The Football

The Football I watch the football flirt with the wheels of passing cars, courting danger in the draught of their passing. A stray blast from a speeding vehicle deals it a stunning blow. It rebounds off of a hedge and cowers against the kerb, rocking slightly. Terrorized. Gathering its courage. What was it doing in the middle of a busy street? How did it get there? Dirt encrusted, once orange, now mud brown. Well loved, well used. Abandoned? Lost? Is some child crying for it even as I watch it… More information...

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