Casey at the Bat

by Adam J. Whitlatch

Casey grimaces as the sound of flesh against flesh and a woman’s whimpering seeps through the paper-thin walls of his low-rent Hell’s Kitchen apartment. She burned dinner again, so Mr. Mudd had to teach his wife a lesson, but it’s worse this time, much worse, because tonight one of the boys tried to stop him. The sound of a small body slamming into the other side of Casey’s bedroom wall is the straw that broke the camel’s back; who cares if mean, old Mr. Mudd is a cop? Casey Jones has had enough. He slings the battered old golf bag full of tricks and treats over his shoulder, pulls the scratched and chipped goalie mask over his face, and climbs nimbly out onto the fire escape. It’s game day in Muddville, and mighty Casey is at the bat.

6S

Adam J. Whitlatch, an avid TMNT fan, is a firm believer in vigilante justice, as displayed in his previous 6S, Turn Me On, Turn Me On, Mr. Dead Man. He lives with his wife and two children on a farm in southern Iowa where he continues to work on his new science fiction novel, "E.R.A. – Earth Realm Army," and several assorted short stories. A hockey mask hangs from his desk in his office, always within arm's reach.