by
raymond alexander
kukkee
Sunshine splattered on
grass and worn sandy paths interrupted by fluttering shadows of leaves. Echoes of children's voices crossed the
playground fleetingly, staccato, sharp,
and persistent in the warm air.
"Time to go and play" he said out loud,
"Mommy won't mind". George
said, reaching for the latch on the
gate.
"Tommy will be there, and Billie,
all the kids, to play baseball ", he smiled, pushing the gate open.
"Be there in a minute, boys!" he shouted.
"No baseball today George! You're 96 today, we're having a party!"
the pretty nurse said, pushing his wheelchair into the bright sunshine.
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Is that Incoming I hear?
