An excerpt from soon to be released...Last At Bat

Matt didn’t say anything. He simply picked up one of the bats and swung it slowly like he had with the piece of wood weeks before. Then he increased the length of the arc of the bat until the air in the room hissed with the power and speed of his swing.  
At first, he swung the bat right-handed, but then he effortlessly switched to the left-handed position and swung with the same smoothness and control as the bat sliced through the air like a scythe.

After his final swing, Matt held his follow-through and gazed out the window into the distance as if following the flight of an imaginary ball and hearing the roar of a crowd. At the same time, sunlight streamed into the tool shed, mixed with sawdust in the air, and distorted Matt’s face and body. The result was a golden, shimmering image that appeared ethereal and other worldly.


Transfixed and speechless by what he saw, Sonny was not sure how to react. Finally, it was Matt who said, "Yep, I think I may have played some ball in my day.”