“I don’t believe it,” Frank said. “How does something like this happen? This ballpark is supposed to be state-of-the-art.”
“I’m pissed,” Donnie said. “You’d think they’d have a contingency plan for something like this.”
“Yeah, well maybe they’ll fix it and the game can continue,” Frank said.
“This is why I’m not a fan of these damn retractable roofs,” Donnie said. “They close the damn thing for the rain and then one lightning strike blows the transformer and they can’t get the damn thing open again.”
The PA system clicked on and a voice boomed from the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, as we announced earlier, the lightning strike disabled the ballpark’s retractable roof. Unfortunately, we are also unable to get the stadium’s ventilation system, including the overhead fans and air conditioning, working and the temperature on the field is increasing rapidly. Therefore, we are postponing today’s game. Keep you ticket stubs, which will be good for admission into the rescheduled game later in the season.”
“And they call this progress,” Frank groused.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Yarnspinnerr.