Flash Fiction: Sunshine

FacebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmailFacebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmailby  Raymond Alexander Kukkee Sunshine splattered on  grass and worn sandy paths interrupted by fluttering shadows of leaves.  Echoes of children's voices crossed the playground  fleetingly, staccato, sharp, and persistent in the warm air. "Time to go and play" he said out loud, "Mommy won't mind".  George said, reaching for  the latch on the gate. "Tommy will be there, and  Billie,  all the kids, to play baseball", he smiled, pushing the gate open. "Be there in a minute, boys!" he shouted. "No baseball today George!  You're 96 today, we're having a party!" the pretty nurse said, pushing his wheelchair into the bright sunshine. #



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