Forgotten among the faded-to-sepia zoysia, all color drained after Summer fled south... one lone baseball faces the coming cold and Jack Frost's arrival. Will Jack want to play ball?
silence on the field —
a round object hidden
by bleached out grass
Kåre Enga [180.52] (3.juni.2023)
I wonder whether I could make this go somewhere? I write/do bittersweet better than humor. I imagine Pollyanna putting bandages on her scars after getting hit by a bat. Horror, not my preferred genre, would entail tearing them off again after they're infected with maggots. Fortunately, Jack, Pollyanna's brother, is fond of her. Will he pick up the ball? Ah... Chapter 2.
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