“I’m Abner Not Ab-Nerd!”

A lawn mower hummed in the distance from the city of Apple Hill’s baseball field. A warm breeze that smelled of fresh cut grass and sunscreen gently dried the sweat off Abner’s forehead as he gripped his baseball bat and positioned himself into a batter’s stance. Sweat dripped from the team’s pitcher’s, Billy Bullae’s, red … Continue reading “I’m Abner Not Ab-Nerd!”