The Red Ball
I felt the warmth on my face
It was a warm day and my face was flushed
I had all my uncles over watching the game with dad
They let me eat the potato chips
I could not drink their drinks though
Beer they called it
I got the water from the tap.
It was cool
I would try to watch with them but I got shooed away
I asked too many questions
The game was over and everyone partied on the front yard
I still wanted a taste of beer
I got shooed away
“Go play with the ball”
But there was no one to play with so I pouted
And went to play with the ball
I wanted to be with my dad
He wanted to be with my uncles
So I played the ball
I did have fun though
I kicked it from one side of the yard to the other
My dad earlier had said, “Watch the street”
As the ball got loose from me into the street
My dad’s words fluttered away like a butterfly on the wind
I did not see the car
I barely heard it
It did not hurt as I flew into the air
But as the car screeched to a stop, hitting the tree
I hit the ground and nothing had ever hurt more
I felt the warmth seep from me, leaving me
I heard my dad and uncles scream
They did not rush to me but to the man
As I lay there I saw them drag him out of the car
I saw them pull him into the street
He was punched and kicked
My face was pressed against the pavement
The men knocked him to the ground
Punching, kicking until he did not get up
The same warmth left him
I heard my mother scream, a scream for me
I coudn’t feel my legs
I couldn’t feel my belly anymore
I could’t feel my arms
Couldn’t feel
I saw the man his eyes staring across the road
Our eyes locked for just a second
In a moment the light in his eyes went out
I can’t see
I no longer heard my mother’s screams
That is one of the saddest things I’ve ever read. And eerie. And violent. _Linda Armstrong (story was sent separately outside of WordPress
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I really like this one. Not that I WANT to like it… but it’s Extremely Well Done- Vicki Lindsey (story was sent separately outside of WordPress
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