The pitcher is ready. Stirring things up it seems, ready to lob a perfect circle of batter at the batter.
Swing…and a miss. Another miss. The fire is getting hot here now.
Batter up…and he hit it. A key hit in this game, folks – he pancaked that batter right over the fence. A key hit for sure, but a lost key now.
[For Anita’s Microfiction prompt: Write a 100 word or less story or poem, about the following:
You must find a lost key. Its location has something to do with pancake batter. Tell me why you must find the key and how you achieve your goal.]
NB: I may have stretched the rules a bit. That’s what makes this so fun.
© David J. Kent 2015