Prompt: The child with the ball.
I open my door as I do every morning, letting my small dog into the even smaller yard, pick up my bowl of cereal, and sit down in my customary chair. At first I watch my dog, but inevitably, as it always is, my gaze is dragged to the small girl playing in the yard next to mine. She’s about three, I guess, with pale blonde curls and a vivacious grin. She tosses her red rubber ball against the pavement and catches it, laughter echoing through the air. Over and over she repeats this action, content to play the simple game. Eventually a voice summons her from inside, and the ball drops as she runs in. I rise as I always do to go rinse the bowl, taking one last look at the red sphere, still rolling across the concrete. It stops against the house and I close the door behind me, releasing a short sigh as I wonder how it would be to return to simply being a child with a ball.
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