Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Baseball

Looking up at the sky, the ball came into view. This was the last time. No more baseball games. The dark fuzzy clouds told of a coming storm. The ball grew larger, the crowd yelled stronger. Cream color and brown stitches blocked the sun. Swirling, heat, sweat, softening sounds. . . "YOU'RE OUT!"
by Kami J.

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