Finding a Tennis Ball

I found a tennis ball over the summer while I was hanging out in the park. It had ZOE written on it in black marker. I don’t know who Zoe is, but she’s not getting her ball back. She should have put her phone number or email address on it if she was afraid of losing it. Finders keepers. I should explain that I might have been a dog in a past life because I get overly excited whenever I come across a tennis ball on the ground. I will stop to pick it up and I will bring it with me to wherever I’m going. I will toss it up in the air and catch it as I go along. I’ll bounce it. I’ll throw it against a wall. I might even pass it to a friend as long as he passes it back. I’ll throw it from behind my back and then chase it into the street when my throw inevitably goes awry. It’s all about the little things in life. Finding a tennis ball is one of them.

Critically Rated at 14/17

Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young

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