Dribble Drabble

Rating: G
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. The characters and concepts of Hardcastle & McCormick do not belong to me, but to their creators.
A/N: Just a bit of silliness.
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DRIBBLE, DRABBLE


by Cheri deFonteny


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“That’s two,” McCormick grinned. “Or, actually, ninety-eight. To ninety-four. You’re runnin’ outta time.”

“That was a foul,” Hardcastle declared, grabbing the ball.

“But- - -”

“A foul.” Case closed.

Mark watched the judge set up.

Swish.

And again. Swish.

Shaking his head, the ex-con took the ball out. Suddenly, he found himself on the ground, watching as Hardcastle scored another basket.

“Now who’s outta time?” the older man gloated.

“Now that was a foul,” McCormick protested hotly, climbing to his feet.

“Nope.”

“Judge- - -”

Hardcastle lined up to block McCormick’s approach. “Play ball.”

McCormick glared at Hardcastle a moment, then grinned. “Tie game.”




***THE END***





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