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FLY BALLS
I hit fly balls to my son in our backyard. I don’t know how many I’ve hit or how many I have in me. He could run them down and catch and throw them back all day. He would if he could. He sprints. He dives. He lays out. He catches most, […]
Short Story
A SIMPLE, NATURAL WAY
Morning glory opened violet-blue in face of the gray-front dawn. In porch rest sit, in place beside, Anna wore shirt of matching hue; its long sleeves worn drawn fully down, white-button of cuff in fasten of close as top three of front bore loose and open in wear that showed in hint pale tops […]