--orderlies vs. residents--
out on the lawn.
The sun is out at last.
A robin is playing short fielder.
Tyrone belts one
way out to the divots where
Rita dug in her heels
screaming, fighting Tyrone,
who knew to leave the shiv in or she'd bleed out.
She did it to herself.
Today was fun, but
we missed Rita, who couldn't come.
"the flowers bloom like madness in the spring" --Jenny Anderson
"No matter how hard the winter, regardless how bumbling they were the year before, come April we always thought our team would be in the thick of it. With the ice melted and everybody 0-0, just the crack of the bat was enough to make the hardest of us believe that our hearts would not be broken this time, and that a benevolent God surely loved the Cubs, just as we did." --Jeanette Prolsky
66 words exactly, for Words Count with Mama Zen.