The boy with his sock coming through the top of his shoe swings the racket like a bat and says, “Let the ball fly. Fuck fences and lines. Make up targets like the L-Track, the Cadillac roof or the corner market parking lot. Run when the cops come.” And while I wonder about faults and loss, the kids ooh and ah to the ball rumbling off a duct as the metal thrums from the alley like thunder then over our heads like wind.
Ethan Leonard is a Pacific Northwest writer working two jobs, preparing grad school applications, and running Behemoth Review. His work has been included with The Doctor TJ Eckleburg Review and Camroc Press Review. 100percentkick.tumblr.com