Tomorrow is Saturday.
It also means it's time for the Friday 55, a story told in exactly 55 words, hosted by Mr. Knowitall over here.
Here's mine, with a theme that should be obvious, given the events of last night. It's called "One More".
I stare at the floor. I can hear, and feel, the rocking sounds of joy through the walls. I ache everywhere. I want to cry, but I'm too tired even for that. Could I have done more? One more shot made? Steal grabbed? Rebound corralled? I know I may never have another shot. One more.