The Ball Game (standard:drama, 190 words)
Author: Cyrano	Added: Jul 27 2007	Views/Reads: 3524/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A tragedy...

The Ball Game 

Blue lights strobe the scene.  The night is filled with the intermittent
cracklings of radio messages and more approaching sirens. 

“There's nothing here for you to see folks. Get along home.” Says a cop
to a small crowd gathering, rain dripping from his cap. One person 
moves away. 

A body hangs lifeless from a bridge.  Her dress clings tightly to her
hips, one shoe missing from her right foot, another lying in the 
roadway, yellow tape marking its place. A sudden shot of lightning 
converts the scene into something only Hollywood could have thought up. 


A fireman climbs the extended ladder, a blanket over one oilskin
protected arm. 

He does not attempt to cut her free, instead he covers the grotesque
dangling sculpture with the blanket, securing it with a strap and 
climbs back down. 

A few people drift away, collars raised, heads bowed. 

Photographers jockey for position. 

The fireman steps clear of the ladder, I hear him say: “It's just a guy,
bloody pervert.” 

In answer his pal replies: “Thank God, I'm taking my boys to a ball game
tonight. Girl suicides do my head in!” 


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