Hiss: Literary Flash Fiction

The ball ringed the hoop and then slid through the net with a sweet hiss that reminded him of his girlfriend's hiss between her teeth when she let him go all the way for the first time. It was a moment that he'd remember forever, he promised himself, just like that one. They'd broken up six months later, and he knew that everybody would forget this game in less time than that but himself, but both had given him something special, and he'd never forget it. It was precious to him, and he couldn't have, wouldn't have, relinquished it for the world.

Inspiration: Thinking of basketball, for some really strange reason.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Not a whole story, but maybe polishing this little bit up into flash fiction or as an entry into the otherworldly library.