baseball

Originally posted on Fiction with Friction

New characters this time. Hope you like it.

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©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Sure, he’d said, I can take Baxter home. No problem.

Jess swallowed, trying not to grip the steering wheel too hard. Beside him, the eight year old chattered on about the baseball game his dad was taking him to the next night, listing all the players he was going to see, their stats as well as his personal opinions about them. Jess listened with half an ear, enough to keep up with the conversation, but not enough to silence his inner panic.