Grounders

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

Calvin arrived late and sauntered to the dugout.

‘The Bullets hit hard.’ I saw the team nodding. ‘Be warned; I’m going to do the same.’

Calvin slowly stretched.

I soon called over, ‘Joining us today?’

‘I need to stretch,’ he answered indignantly.

When finally he took his place at second, I hit a couple soft grounders that he handled with ease. The next few hits came harder. He pulled his head and missed them completely.

‘Everything okay?’ I asked.

‘You’re hitting the balls really hard. I’m tired and just got off work.’

I ignored the rant. ‘Where are you afraid the ball will hit you, the face?’

‘The abs,’ he responded.