Over the fence

The tennis ball sailed into the sky. Rising higher and higher into the expansive blue. I prepare myself. I squint into the sun, getting ready. The tennis ball begins to fall towards me. It's coming my way. I prepare myself. I pull my racket back and move my feet into place. The balls coming close now. I decide not to let it land. I decide to take it early and put this point away. I shuffle my feet and squint into the sun. I move the racket forward with a snap. The ball ricochets off my strings. It explodes off my racket. The tennis ball sails through the air. Back, back, back and over the fence and into the park, never to be seen again.