My first Flash Fiction contest entry. Check it out from Charli at the Carrot Ranch for details of this week’s 99 word challenge:
It was official: I had gone batty. Bats in the belfry, Alfred in the Batcave serving lemonade and bats in the dugout, collecting summer rays and warming their metal handles for the next gloved batter contender. It was summer, the splendid season where sundresses, popsicles and grass stains abound. Need I say more? Summer in America, simplistic and beautiful, trailing on the dresses of fireflies, a brilliant schooner floating off of a child’s eager fingers. We hide the pickle jars with pierced lids back under the kitchen cupboard.
Let beauty transgress just a little longer, young one.
A.R. Clayton 
I love the image of ‘bats in the dugout collecting summer rays and warming their metal handles for the next gloved batter. ‘ I can hear the sound of the ball hitting the bat, smell the new mown grass and see the fireflies in jars. Ahhh! You took me away.
What a wonderful, kind comment! This made my day. Thank you so much. 🙂 Happy writing!
Again–thank you! So kind. 🙂
I really liked this for the imagery evoked. Summer in America sounds fantastic and your use of bat in so many different forms stupendous.
How kind! Thank you so much. 🙂 Deeply appreciated.
You went batty is every way possible, here–to delightful ends!
Welcome to the Ranch!
Haha! Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
What wonderful imagery, truly idyllic.
Thank you! 🙂
My favorite line is, “We hide the pickle jars with pierced lids back under the kitchen cupboard.” That’s so indicative of childhood summer nights, collecting fireflies. Beautiful writing!
How kind, thank you! 🙂