Needle In A Haystack

I kept looking at my wrist watch as I cycled quickly to the training ground. I wasn't late but I just wanted to be early so that I could roam the field and search for my bracelet which I lost during training last week. The bracelet has a black rubber strap with a metal piece at the center with her name engraved at the middle. It was given to me during my first year anniversary and therefore, it's very special.

When I reached the training ground, I parked my rusty black bicycle at the shed, sat down, wore my blue tight socks and then my pair of white Lotto boots which are going to tear soon.

Now where should I start looking first? I asked himself as I look at the big field.

So then I started walking to the end of the field and back to where I was from, sweeping the thick thriving grass with my sharp eyes, carefully looking out for any shiny object that reflected the shine from the sun above. I did that back and fourth, covering half of the training ground for minutes and when training had started, I still kept looking for my lost bracelet as I dribbled the ball in and out of the bright coloured cones, but to no avail, the bracelet was just no where to be found.

And when it couldn't get any worse, the skies got darker. It was about to rain heavily and I knew that this would affect the condition of the field badly. Sigh.

Maybe next week. ):