By: Bill Tope

Bill Tope — Sun, 10 Nov 2024 11:35:21 +0000

This was a very strange story, punctuated by elements that might’ve been metaphors: the monsters (beavers?) and tree fruit (could be almost anything) and the transmogrification of children into trees with faces (Yikes!) The oldest children were perhaps in their mid-teens and just one of them remembered when Ted Williams last played (early 1960s). The kids were journeying to the forest to see the putative grave of the great Bostonian and he died some forty or so years later, so the time frame and the age of the children remains unclear. What is clear is the terror felt by the children when confronted with the unknown and the barely known. Was it their outgrowing their affection for baseball that marked their descent to oblivion. Perhaps it’s best that not everything is spelled out; this allows the individual reader to put her own brand on the narrative. For those who have felt it, there is forever something magical about reverence for the sport of baseball. Very well done!

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By: Bill Tope