Half-blind with an eyepatch, looking to ace some serves
While sitting on my balcony this morning: A chubby man with an eyepatch, tapping the path before him with a cane, carrying four tennis racquets, a messenger bag draped around his chest.
The indulgences of sandbox gossip and monkey bar romance. Timed microfiction and (rare) commentary by Thomas Wheatley. If you agree or disagree, have comments or concerns, send words and thoughts to tpwheatley (at) gmail (dot) com.