If you read my story last week on Hijacked Amygdala and liked it, I wrote another one which is almost exactly the same. This time there is baseball.
Carmen sat in a park off of Clarkson Street watching teenagers play baseball. She drank wine from a plastic carton and swayed in the wind. No one could play very well in wind like that. Sometimes it was calm for a little.
Carmen was wearing a yellow dress that touched the ground. Her light brown hair was everywhere.
Emma walked up behind Carmen and sat next to her, facing away from the game.
“Why don’t you watch?” asked Carmen.
“Aren’t you afraid to get caught drinking that?” asked Emma.
“What do you mean?” asked Carmen.
“Never mind,” said Emma. She breathed through her nose and closed her eyes. She was short and wore the same pair of jeans all the time.
“Have you seen Tara?” asked Carmen.
“No,” said Emma.
One of the kids hit the ball and the bat rang out clear in the wind.
Carmen cheered and laughed. She drank…
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It’s a good thing your story was so good! I hate baseball too. 😛
Ha I hate watching it that’s for sure
I find baseball dull too. I find most ball games dull. I like swimming. I’m an excellent swimmer. But I’m afraid of sharks.
I’m afraid of swimming in something so big and full of unknowns. I’m not a good swimmer really.
Blimey, maybe Colton is right. Only writers read our work. That’s a depressing thought. A half full thought would be: at least someone reads us at all!