24: Little Soft Creatures

Today’s sample is from Fair Balls, a Prohibition Orcs tale that’s going to my backers next week and the rest of the world next April.

The tiny sewn-hide ball settled into the cup of Ivan’s palm.

“Oscar, you see where Mick is?” Brigid said.

How was an orc to remember these human names? Even without coats human children all looked alike, little soft creatures that couldn’t feed themselves until they were twice Ivan’s age.

Brigid pointed. “Behind home plate? You stand there and catch what Ivan thr...