The Unwanted Homerun
The boys stood with gloves still on their hands at the rusty gated enclosure.
“Mom said never to bother her.”
“We haven’t seen her in three weeks. We don’t even know if she’s home.”
“Why did the ball have to bounce off the top of the fence? Dad was right. We’re getting too big to play in the backyard. We need to go to the park and play with the big guys.”
“One of us has to go in. We can’t go to the park without it.”
“Boys, is this yours?” a quiet voice from beyond.
“RUN!” they shouted simultaneously.
Written for Friday Fictioneers: Requirements: A 100 word flash story in response to the photo prompt.