[Askoga]: 89.Snippets.Billiards

Her blood pumped through her veins as the cue ball rolled across the billiards table, slowing to a stop. She could easily imagine a sort of gate opening, as the ball moved into the perfect position for her last shot. If she made this shot, which she was sure she would, she would set a record. Her name would be recorded in the files of billiards players, along with the best of the best. On a high of adrenaline, she wiped her hands on her jeans, chalked up the head of her cue, and aimed.

Tap. Clack! Bump. Bump. Plunk.