by Vicky Lee Flannery
It was almost 5 p.m., she had been waiting to get the heck out of the office since about 3 o’clock… it had been a long day. Finally quitting time came and as she walked out of the front door of her office, the slightly cool air tinged her cheeks. She began to walk across the street to the parking lot and as her shoes crashed against the ground she noticed it was quiet outside. Starting to descend the stairs leading to the parking lot a familiar sound caught her attention. The sound of children playing, it was coming from the baseball/soccer field across from the parking lot. Kids laughing and talking as the couches’ whistle blew off in the distance.
The sound brought back a flood of memories for her and she was instantly transported back in time to her own childhood. Playing whiffle ball on the street in front of her house. The ever popular “CAR!” being shouted by one of her friends as everybody got out of the street, for a few moments, as the car drove by. Then the game was back on and kids would be laughing and talking, the inevitable ball getting hit up onto old man Joe’s porch. Old man Joe lived on the 2nd floor and he would keep the balls that got hit up there. None of the kids liked him because he was mean to us. Suddenly a horn honked, and she was ripped back to reality.
“Hey there, you okay?” her co-worker Debbie said.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine, I was just thinking.” She replied with a smile.
“Well okay then I’ll see you tomorrow.” Debbie said as she was driving away.
“Bye”, she said to herself softly.
The whistle blew again and the sound of parents cheering erupted from the sidelines. An army of colorful chairs lined up like soldiers on the front line. The sound took her mind to her own children and the days of carrying her own chair to the soccer field. There was always that parent that was a bit too into the game. He or she would run along the side of the field while their embarrassed kid tried to play.
“Kick the ball!” they would scream
“Come on you’re the best, you can do it!” they would yell
If the kid missed it they would be the ones all pissed off about it. I couldn’t stand those parents and the kids always seemed shocked by the way they were acting. It was the same way with any sport the kids played, baseball, football, soccer, wrestling, as well as cross country.
As she stuck the key the lock of her car all the faces of her kids flashed before her eyes. All the sports days are over now and they are all grown up, couple are married, 3 in college, those days are done.
As she looked over at the chairs lined up she thought well, the grandchildren will play one day, and she smiled to herself, as she got into her car.
Suddenly, the feeling of nostalgia disappeared, as she pulled out of the parking lot to start the journey home.
My intent with this blog is to put up interesting short stories. Talk about events of interest and to tell the world about me, my art and my writing. Character building, book signings that are up and coming and some of my own thoughts and ideas. I hope you enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it.