“One out!” The umpire cried as the pitcher got set to throw.
Sam shook his head. Ump wouldn’t know a strike zone if it bit him in the ass. “Good eye, Charlie! Good eye!” Sam yelled at his son, Charlie. Sam held his breath as the pitcher wound up.
Sam groaned. It was right there, son. You gotta hit that ball. “Shake it off! Just put it in play!” The pitcher wound up again and Sam leaned forward.
Sam jumped to his feet. Holy crap, he hit it. “Run, Charlie! Dig in! Dig in!” Charlie ran through first, like Sam taught him. Safe! Sam clapped. Hard.
Charlie side-stepped off first, like a pro, taunting the pitcher. Get back, for God’s sake. You’re too slow. You get out and our power hitter won’t get to bat because God knows this kid’s gonna strike out. “That’s right, Charlie! Keep him scared!’
The pitcher wound up as Charlie got further away from first base.
Charlie took off. A line drive right to the second baseman’s glove. Charlie, stuck between first and second, frozen. Like a damn deer in headlights. “Get back to first! No, go to second! No, first! The ball’s at second base!”
Charlie, confused, shuffled back and forth as the first and second basemen tossed the ball back and forth. He couldn’t hear his dad. He couldn’t see the ball. Suddenly, his dad’s voice carried over the crowd. “Second base” it said. Charlie dug for second and got tagged.
Kid doesn’t know his butt from a hole in the ground. Why would he run to second? “Good game, Charlie, good game. ” Charlie sniffled. If you listened to me we would’ve won. “Want an ice cream cone?” Charlie threw his glove to Sam and ran toward the concession stand, the game already forgotten.
This week we’re going to play Victor/Victoria. If you typically write from the male perspective, switch it up to the female. And if you generally write female, go for the male. While this is going to be easiest for those writing fiction, if you’re writing memoir, share a memory from a brother/husband/father’s perspective.
We’re going to keep it short. As difficult as that can be for the more verbose of us, myself included, it makes it far easier to visit the more links and share our thoughts and opinions. So, let’s go for a nice, easy 300 words.