[Potironette]

Luck dribbled the basketball as he ran across the pavement. When he reached the park he strolled into a mess of trees. There was a branch he'd broken by accident once when he threw the ball onto it after a storm. He tossed the ball over some branches, liking the feeling of moving. He imagined his own hoops. This was where he'd throw it, that was how he'd throw it, these were the positions he needed to remember how to throw from.