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SOUTHSEA CRICKET CLUB
Zing, sting … splat.
They say you become aware of a passing bullet long after it has passed and thankfully missed, or only grazed. Sometimes you are not even aware you have been shot at, or, shot.
Near misses can be a stimulus to reflect upon life. Angie did this. He reflected on his short stature and, his short life.
‘What was that sound? Ooh look, a puff of dust from the pavilion brick wall beyond,’ Angie said out loud, forgetting he needed to whisper. Sarge had said to be careful, baby steps, which he found ironic, being vertically challenged, as he was. He had heard something zing, or was it a buzz? A wasp? Yes, he presumed it was a wasp and that pesky insect may have stung his neck.
Why was Angie whispering? When he remembered to whisper that is. He was
