POP

Posted by olabner on

I watched him start his swing, but I think I heard a POP first. My heart leapt within me.
He followed through, hands dangling, bat in the dust. How did I know in half a second that this ball would fall somewhere in the right field bleachers? I have watched a lot of baseball, I thought. Or I have heard it so often that I might as well have been there this whole time.

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