{ @raye--penber }
Arms draped over the top of her fence, Madison spied the man ambling by just in time for her to call out to him. “Hey, excuse me! Would ya mind doin’ me a favor an’ tossin’ me that ball?”
There was a small, slightly chewed-up tennis ball sitting in the grass along the curb. She would have gotten it herself, but he was already a lot closer to it.










