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June 2002 FICTION
They stood looking at the field: one look of exhilaration, the other of trepidation. As much as Owen loved home run derby, he was equally passionate about avoiding trouble with his father.
In the land of cotton and okra, the sun glowed like a proud new father. High in the air the spring winds drove eastward small clouds that looked like puffs of cannon smoke. Exiting the interstate at a town once unknown to Rand McNally, I crossed the demarcation line into my past.
Perhaps she’d spent their entire marriage holding onto a dream that only she shared, staying with him long enough hoping that eventually he would give her what she wanted. But both eventually left her, and she wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened.
Grandson tried to get me on the phone but got a busy signal. He figured I was in my chat room so he sent an instant message. I answered "come and bring those sweet babies".
When the evening started, I never suspected it would transpire as it did, but I was glad – for once – I didn’t get what I wanted. |
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