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It didn’t help that we were playing at sunset. The glare of the sun was blinding the Batter’s eyes. I tossed the ball as softly and as straight as I could. It was a swing and a miss — by about three miles. Believe it or not, I got quite the scolding from the Batter.Continue reading “The Wiffle Ball World Series”

“And old home scenes of my childhood In fond memory appears” She wasn’t ready for this. Her dad had passed away, and her mom was moving closer to them upstate. They were getting everything out of the house so it could be sold. She walked around the house and property. She could visualize each momentContinue reading “The Memories”

On Saturday nights, the family gathered at mom and dads for supper. Most of the time, some neighbors down the road would drop by. Mrs. Carrethers would always bring a pie. After supper, they would all gather on the front porch. This was a time before air conditioning units. The closest thing they had toContinue reading “The Gathering”

Finances weren’t where he wanted them to be. He was doing his best. He took on one more job and kept praying. He was spending most of his time working. He wanted to be at home this evening. His family was home, and his wife was probably getting the boys to bed. He thought ofContinue reading “The Seasons”

She walked up to me with a determined look and a gait that looked somewhat like a Navy Seal full-on assault. I would’ve been worried, except she was shaped like an upside-down capital L. Osteoporosis, more than likely. “Young man, I can’t believe you would post about needing to use the restroom!” “Oh.” “That isContinue reading “The Confrontation”