Word Count 500
Perfect Harmony: The Second Movement
Did That Just Happen?
By Josh McMullen
Leo walked out the auditorium doors, the bat laying across his shoulder and his glove hanging off the barrel. Once the door closed, he stood there in immediate shock. Did that just happen? He thought, absolutely stunned. Yes, it most certainly did, a little voice said from the back of his head. I’m surprised it took you this long to figure it out.
He stood there for a while while the last five minutes sunk into his subconscious. He did feel the connection the moment her hand touched his, almost as if she held a live wire when the two hands met. Leo finally walked to baseball practice after another couple of minutes, still feeling the warmth of her hand and unable to get the picture of her aquamarine eyes out of her head.
That did not help on the baseball field, where he promptly wound up missing every single pitch thrown to him by several feet. In the field he was even worse, using his glove more as a parasol than using it to actually catch baseballs. The coach said nothing until the fifth fly ball that went over Leo’s head, when he finally called him in.
“It’s a girl, isn’t it?” The coach said, nodding his head. “Never fails. When a star player like you starts whiffing at balls in the other dugout and watching fly balls soar miles over their head, someone’s either died or a girl’s in his head.”
Leo said nothing and nodded his head uncomfortably. It was surprising Elodie had had that much of an effect on him.
“I expected as much.” The coach stood, deep in thought. “All right, you tell her that I expect her to be at every single game from now until the end of the school year. Doesn’t matter if she needs rides, tickets, whatever. She is to be at every single one of our games from now on.”
Leo stood, dumbfounded. “Coach?”
The coach smiled and patted him on the back. “You’ll see soon. Now, hit the cage.”
After much cajoling, Elodie made it to the game the next day, sitting in the bleachers down the first base line. Despite remembering very little from following Leo around in Little League, she still cheered every time he came up to bat, and every time, as if her cheering guided it, ball met bat. It was, without a doubt, the best performance he had ever had on the diamond.
Nevertheless, the game was close all the way to the bottom of the inning, with Leo coming up to bat. He looked toward the first base bleachers, where Elodie stood, clapping and smiling. The look on her face just said one thing to Leo: “I believe in you.”
He strode to the plate confidently, tapped his bat and waited for the pitcher, and imagined her aquamarine eyes once again. Then, Leo rent the air with a mighty swing of his bat.
The ball didn’t come down until Leo touched home plate.