by Matthew Dexter
in your pocket, Andrew?
gonna doing with it?
down at the grass and took off over the fence
into his parents backyard. The door was
open leading into the kitchen and Andrew could
see that his father had just set up the barbecue
grill. All the coals were piled up in a giant
pyramid on the center of the grill.
The window was
open and he could hear his parents clearly.
cookin hun? his mother asked.
yet, his father said.
He loved Saturdays.