We were playing catch in my backyard when Billy started in with his stories.

“My dad met Willie McCovey once.”

My face twitched. “Yeah? Mine met Willie Mays.”

Truth was, neither of us had a father. Still, I pretended to believe Billy’s stories, even though I couldn’t believe my own.

Lisa Marie Lopez resides in Northern California with her husband and two box turtles. She’s been recently published in The Ocotillo Review, From the Depths literary journal, and The Atomic Flyswatter: Vol.1 anthology. Say hello on her Facebook page.