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Woodball
The soft hiss of air.
The drill screams to life. The spin spin spin gives rise to
Smoke.
The long sharp heat grows closer to Walter’s eye socket.
As it digs, curled shavings fall carelessly to the floor. Such a chorus of screams and laughter.
The garage door bursts open as Walter tugs the ball free and holds it out for all of the neighborhood children to see.
“What the hell, Walter!!” Screams his wife.
“It’s hilarious, Marian!!”