A solitary ball rolled down the lane, its sound echoed around the silent room. Everyone in the room held their breath as they watched the ball roll along the edge of the lane before it curved in towards the pins. CRACK! The pins tumbled in all directions, all except one which remained upright, wobbling for what seemed an eternity. Frozen in position we stood and watched, willing it to fall. It did.
“YAAAAAA, Wow, a 300 hundred game!” the bowling alley had erupted into screams of excitement. Feet stomped on the floor as people jumped for joy, everyone smiling, laughing and cheering loudly. What a way to finish. I looked at my friend who had bowled that final ball, disbelief written all over his face. His first ever 300 hundred game. People started to rush down onto the lane to congratulate him. He was the men’s champion this year, and he would hold that title forever as this was the competition’s final year.
Ten-Pin bowling was how I met my husband. We both joined our local fun league in Germany and ended up in the same team. We weren’t very good, it was a just a bit of fun and we certainly had a really good giggle. Our bowling improved over time and we entered our first competition 10 years ago and now that competition was ending for good. It felt like we had joined a larger family and our friendships grew stronger each year. I will never forget the loud cheers during my first year as I nervously walked up to collect my wooden spoon for coming last.
It’s a strange feeling when something finishes forever. It had been a part of our lives for so long that now I am left with a hollow feeling. We all made promises of keeping in touch as we parted on that final day of the competition, but they have not all been kept. It’s no ones fault, things happen, life changes and time moves on. For now in my mind I can still remember that echoing sound of the bowling ball rolling towards the pins, I’m sure one day it will hit them all with a CRACK and the room will be once again filled with the sounds of my friends celebrating. Anything is possible, we just have to believe it.
Prompt: Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force.
How does that make you feel?
Twist: While writing this post, focus again on your own voice. Pay attention to your word choice, tone, and rhythm. Read each sentence aloud multiple times, making edits as you read through. Before you hit “Publish,” read your entire piece out loud to ensure it sounds like you.