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OLWG#165- Girls Softball

This piece was written for OLWG#165



Mia, my littlest granddaughter, danced into the room where I was reading, “Papá,” she looked at me with those big brown eyes, “Are you coming to my game today?” She played for a team affectionately called, ‘The Honeybees’.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. What time is it?”

“We play at four,” she said, “at MacArthur Park.”

I don’t know why, but I looked at my watch before announcing, “Yeah, I think I can do that. Who do you guys play today?”

“The Murder Hornets.”

“They’re the girls from Eastwood, aren’t they?”

“Uh huh.”

“They any good?”

“They’re a lot better than we are.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Mia, Bees versus Hornets; sounds like it could be an intriguing match up.”

“They’re not just Hornets, Papá, they’re MURDER Hornets.”

“Well then, maybe you should forget it. I’ll make it official. You can’t play.”

“Papá, I wanna play.” Mia looked at me with her sad eyes, “ We might be able to beat them if I don’t let any line drives get by.”

“Then we’ll both be surprised.”

“Papá,”

“Yes, Mia.”

“Are you messing with me?”


The prompts were:

  1. you can’t play
  2. we’ll both be surprised
  3. damn, no ketchup