my sons and their friends are playing cricket at 2.30 p.m. right after their summer camp.
me and another mum are catching up. our chatter is the foreground. a few boys, a girl and their noise is in the backdrop. we dimly hear there’s been a toss, there’s a run-up, one guys bats, there’s an umpire, shouts of fours and sixes and wides….
and the match goes on for a while,
only when me and the other mum looked closely we saw there was no bat or ball…
it’s all imaginary cricket…
is it a touch of the sun,
or has the mmmmim procreated his clones.