Burnt kernels drenched in boiling butter.
hotdogs sizzling on moist mustard dripped buns.
A big sun beats down on your fried ball-capped face.
The crack of the bat on ball rips through the sky.
You look at your father.
You know his tumor is growing.
Your last game together.
Where’s an alien abduction
when you really need one?
*this micro story was first published in Serious Flash Fiction volume 7
