She put up her hand, fulling expecting to miss it and have to do some running. When the ball fell into her glove, she had almost no idea what to do. She could see the umpire’s motions, telling everyone that the batter was out.
Oh, she was supposed to throw it now.
It had been so long since she had bothered throwing, she knew she wouldn’t make it. Yet she felt the muscles in her shoulder and pulled her hand back.
The ball flew. The moment felt like an eternity, completely out of her hands now. She watched, waiting the same fate to befall another.