Well sir, softball’s my game. I admire the shape of a graceful gal dancin’ a ball through destiny, runnin’, jumpin’ and slidin’ like a ballet lady doin’ square dance. And them postures! Like poetry writin’ itself! I been goin’ to these games ever Saturday since I been a young’n – before you’s born, I suppose. I could tell you stories. See that pitcher down there? Reminds me a Bruna. That was afore all these gals here been born. She was a legend. A marvel in form and skill. I reckon I saw ever one a her games. The stories I could tell you bout her! I seen her hit a ball out a the park with her bare fists. That’s how tough she was. And fierce! Used to play baseball. Talk was she’d killed a man in Kansas. With a home run. Ball come down a mile away and beaned him into the Great Beyond. They made her leave the state and promise never to play baseball agin but she started right back up in the next state playin’ softball! Ain’t nobody could hit one a her pitches no matter what size ball she throwed.
Now a gal got a reputation like that it gits talked around and Bruna’s got talked clear outta the galaxy, all the way to Alpha Mango! Them critters out there loved softball. They’d watch her games via asteroid straight on into Mango. They couldn’t play softball themselves, mind you. Ironic. Cause the entire planet was like one huge softball field. Red clay dust and sun shinin’ gentle like a daylight moon. Well sir, they almost could a played it but their heads was too big to hold a softball cap. And was like to pop if’n a ball’d ever hit ‘em. So that was out. They just watched Bruna. But you understand, watchin’ games via asteroid ain’t the same as bein’ there. So these Mangonians, they decides they’s gonna take a trip to Earth and right in the middle of a game, while no one is lookin’, they’s gonna girlnap Bruna, her team and the entire other team they’s playing against. Then they’s gonna whisk ‘em off to Mango and shunt ’em around the planet playin’ softball the rest a their lives – to Mangonian masters!
That’s a gawd awful thing to happen to a team a fine atheletes like these gals was, but they didn’t know it was gonna happen. Not until them Mangonian hyenas come ploppin’ down outta the heavens like pigs what couldn’t fly. They was 18 a them, one to a gal. At first everone was stunned and silent like, the way they might figurin’ out a firecracker gone off in church service. Then everone a them Mangonians lunged towards a gal and there was screamin’ and a runnin’ and mayhem worse’n dawgs in a cat kennel. Then I saw what I guess I admire most about atheletes. They can look at a situation they done never seen before, size it up, know what they wanna git out a it, and then do what it takes to make that happen. Bruna had the ball and she precisioned up the mightiest pitch I ever seen. I wished I could a seed it in slow motion. That ball left her hand like a atom bomb out a airplane and bing’d right off a Mangonian’s head. That head popped like a soap bubble and gook streamed out like butter meltin’ off a hotcake. Bruna’s coach was a quick thinker too and he started hurdlin’ buckets a softballs out onto the field. Bruna caught one and she pitched one after the other a them balls and didn’t stop ’til them Mangonians was 18 headless autopsies.
Well sir, after that the umpires come in and restored order and had ‘em clean up the field and after the field was all virginned up again, set the gals back to playin’. But nothin’ much else happened in that game, ceptin’ that Bruna pitched another no-hitter.
This surrealistic science fiction softball story told in hillbilly dialect was originally posted at indeterminacy.blogspot.com, a site featuring “one minute short stories” inspired by found photos.
Here is the found photo which served as the catalyst for the story:
The photo was kindly donated to the Indeterminacy Project by ctoner (flickr.com/photos/ctoner)