A Complete Croquet Set
The midday sun cast hard, sharp shadows. The warm spring day was a joy after such a harsh winter. Joseph sat curled up on the edge of the yard his back against the house. He sobbed with his head between his knees.
“Oh hush, Joe.” His father hissed as he placed the last croquet hoop in place. He stood back up using his mallet as a crutch.
“We nearly have a complete set!” His mother chirped as she lined up her first shot.
Joseph raised his head only slightly, but even through the blurry vision of his teary eyes, he could see his fifth cat’s head roll through the first hoop.