Inklilngs 2024

Looking cool and calm, his hand feels the sweat beading. Is that the wind? No. It’s his breath, harmonizing with the pulse within his body. Cálmate. He nods his head convincingly as the catcher puts down signals, 3-2 count. 2 outs. Bottom of the 9th. The eyes of the batter lock in with his. ¿Estás listo, bobo? He starts his windup just like he has done a million times before. It’s innate now. No looking back. The nerves are past him. No more haunting words. No more calculations. He puts his head down and fires. Dale. Tunnel Vision Sofia de la Torre ’24