When Dust Flies [a Sandlot Fanfiction]

The Meet and Greet

The short kid stood there awkwardly as Benny made his way over to him. I followed Benny, wanting to help.

"What's your name?" I asked the kid. He replied, "Scotty Smalls." "Okay Smalls," I said. "We're gonna teach ya how to catch." "But, how do I-" Smalls started. Benny cut him off. "Just stick your glove in the air, and I'll take care of it." Oh boy.

Benny ran to home base and grabbed the bat. He gripped it tightly and readied for Kenny's pitch. Kenny threw the pitch and WHACK the ball flew over to where Smalls was standing. He instantly put his glove up and it landed square in the middle of his mitt. We all cheered and yelled. I looked over to Benny and smiled, and he returned it with a smile and a wink.

Smalls stood there shocked, brought his hand down to where he could see inside of the mitt, and stared, jaw to the floor. I smiled and cheered, and he smiled the biggest smile a kid could ever smile.