What made this one the last birthday party at home?
When parents become children
“Pass! Pass!! Pass!!!” I stopped my run (read, slow jog) and took in the scene. In the middle of this dump someone had gone ahead and made a football pitch.
What makes anger or fear a worthy weapon as compared to, say, happiness?
They were being them.
I was not being me.
If I start throwing fast,
You can’t catch the ball speedily.