Hit For Six

It was mid-summer, evening league cricket. Fifty years fade from view they’ve labelled it Twenty-Twenty and think of it as something new. We batted first,and scored a few;I placed my bat in the crease.A bowler more than a batsman, I took guard. Giving it a clout, to leg, a richoctet split my top lip and smashed two front teeth so I quickly retired,not out Twenty-four hours passes my lip stitched, two crooked teeth removed from sore gums, learning as well, we lost by five runs. With a few weeks a plate fitted with two new teeth. Each night now I smile; sometimes one split second will improve a profile