A is at home babysiting a three year old. She knew B was to come over soon to help with the troubling child. Soon, the doorbell is rung and she invites him inside.
"What's his name?" He asks curiously.
"Jason."
B examines him closely with a squinted stare, "How much?"
A stares at the boy too, Jason smiling the world at them both while holding a toy train, "10 bucks an hour."
"Is he worth it?"
"What do you think?"
"You play baseball, right?" He asks A with an idea floating in his head.
"Who doesn't?"
"Follow me."
The three end up in A's backyard; A T-Ball set up, Jason behind the stand with a plastic blue bat. A is plotted onto the deck as B teaches Jason how to play.
"That's it, bud. Eye on the ball," Jason readies his bat, staring at the ball, "Yep, eye on the ball."
Jason then releases the bat, trots to the ball laying on the stand, and physically forces his head down so his eye could literally be on the ball.
"I DID IT!" he cheers with his eye on the ball.
YOU ARE READING
Prompted
FanfictionThe life of many people are cruel or grateful. What people don't know, rather consider, are that we shouldn't find and explain the bad things. We should find and explain The good things. The positive things. And that's where my story comes in place...
