A Ghost’s Baseball
By Michael James Brogdon
A Ghost’s Baseball
Michael James Brogdon
Copyright Michael James Brogdon 2011
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Dedicated to my sister, Mom, Dad, and fourth grade teacher Ms. Babson. Also, my dog Casey. She’s sitting here scratching her ear so I just had to.
A Ghost’s Baseball
By Michael James Brogdon
“Why do you always walk home from school? You’re two miles away.” Dwayne always walked home with Charlie. Charlie does live two miles away but walking holds off homework. “Why do you walk home all the time? I bet it’s not reasonable.”
“My teacher doesn’t give a lot of homework and my parents don’t have to pay four-hundred dollars for the bus pass.” Dwayne said in a matter- of- fact tone.
“That’s a… good… reason.” Charlie studied his ankles.
Dwayne also lives two miles away. Actually, Charlie and Dwayne are neighbors. “Want to practice for baseball season?” Dwayne asked as they finally reached home. “I heard Rich Bremarda is trying out. He hit a ball so hard one time it hit the Dunkin Donut sign.”
“Yeah sure,” Charlie said.
“Unless you have homework?”
“Ummmm….. No…?”
“Okay.” It was a nice October day on Halloween. Their neighborhood was like any other. A straight array of houses with nice trees, clean grass… oh, and about a million Halloween decorations. Skulls peered down with cold empty eyes every single angle. Jack-o-lanterns eyed them with an evil grin. Dark decorations everywhere. Seriously, everything was black.
“What are you going to be for Halloween?” asked Dwayne.
“A zombie remember?” Charlie threw the ball.
“I’m going to be a skeleton. It’s just a dark shirt with bones, but it will be dark out so I don’t think anybody will notice.” Dwayne hit the ball with force.
“Are you going trick-or-treating at Mr. Rollon’s house?” asked Charlie.
Mr. Rollon was an old man. He’s one of those “Get off my lawn!” types. Cranky, lonely, except for his brother, whom he didn’t talk to, even though they share a house. And he hates kids. He always tricks the children instead of giving a treat. It was better than candy. The tricks were so scary some of the teenagers got into trick-or-treating. His brother gave out baby carrots.