Okay, in hindsight, ‘going to the park’ was probably a good idea.
Being cooped up in lockdown with Sally
AND Mort can sometimes resemble being in lockup with Psycho Sophia and her henchman Brainless Bobby.
That’s a lot of ups and downs.
Ahem…
I know for a fact that Mom had had enough.
It was
her suggestion, after all, that the three of us could, in her words, ‘use some
fresh air’.
Admittedly, she had a reason for her
less-than-patient, overly clinical attitude.
Sally, in an effort to show Mort how to flip a
pancake, had actually flipped the pan.
Right through the window over the kitchen
sink.
Which would have been bad enough. But
following the whole
pillow-fight-until-someone-puts-a-foot-through-the-TV-screen debacle as it did.
And this preceded by…
Never mind. Let’s just say Mom was justified
and leave it at that.
So we found ourselves at the park, tails humbly and firmly tucked.
I'm Socially Distanced from anyone who counts (ie. everyone NOT Sally and Mort.) watching the pair of them play their version of soccer.
It was a bright, warm, glorious afternoon.
Perfect for visiting the park.
That is if you’re a normal person.
Doing normal ‘park’ things…
Our visit had already resulted in profuse
apologies to one family for mowing down their four-year-old when he managed to
insinuate himself somewhere into the action. And an offer to pay another family
for cleaning when Mort missed one of Sally’s field-clearing kicks and it ended
with her rainbow-coloured soccer ball landing squarely (and with some force) in
the center of their gi-normous bowl of potato salad.
I looked at my watch.
We’d been here a grand total of 17 minutes.
Sigh.
Off to my left, I saw Sally wind up for
another of her ‘field goal’ kicks.
Mort was ready.
Which is to say he was standing some little
ways away.
With a huge, red ‘X’ painted on his head.
Okay, I’m exaggerating. There was no actual X.
Just an imaginary one that seems real.
I covered my own head, just in case…
Sally belted the ball.
It flew, straight and perfect toward Mort.
For the first time, ever, Mort managed to get
beneath it and bunt it with his enormous noggin.
I was so surprised that I forgot, for the
moment, to keep my hands in their usual protective posture.
You have to know that Mort’s aim sadly lacks
the…finesse…of Sally’s.
But what it loses in acuity, it makes up for
in speed.
By the time I realized it was coming toward
me, giving credible homage to the velocity of light, I could do little else but
make a half-hearted and feeble gesture toward my soon-to-be belted cranium.
I told myself death was acceptable because I
had fought the good fight and briefly (because that’s all the time I had)
considered closing my eyes.
Hmmm…death visible or invisible…
And then, just as I took in the short sharp
breath that would quite possibly be my last, a long, muscular arm shot out of
nowhere and snatched the author of my demise before it could become.
And I was suddenly looking up into the
warmest, most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen.
I admit it. I stared.
Below the eyes, a pair of firm, perfect, masculine
lips curled into an equally gorgeous smile.
“Hello,” a smooth, deep voice said. “I’m
Peter.”
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OK, your ending totally threw me for a loop. Hope Peter continues to make appearances (and I hope he can live through being in Sally's periphery).
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, something tells me Peter will be an element of calm within the chaotic environment. He sure has his role cut out to save people's butts, and sometimes, heads.
ReplyDeleteHappy Friday!
Ooh Peter, you are my hero! And everyone else's hero. He's a new character, right? What an introduction.
ReplyDeleteOoh... who's Peter? All this sounds exciting.
ReplyDeleteOoooh.
ReplyDeleteI wonder whether he knows what he has just got into...
Excellent. A foil for Sally and Mort.
ReplyDeleteI've been lost in warm brown eyes a time or two myself :)
ReplyDeleteSally is something else that's for sure! I love this story.
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