Sunday games

[franceslievens]

All dressed in white they kneel at the edge of the field. Peering under the hedge they look for something. Their behinds high in the air, to great amusement of some, while others look on, annoyed. Someone calls out for a new ball. Now the man in black interferes, with his face close to the ground he takes one last look under the hedge that has swallowed the ball, without which there will be no cricket.