Monday, September 3, 2012

Rounding Second

Day 267
A padded white base falls from the bag but the man doesn’t notice.  He’s struggling under the weight of the black canvas bag that from the looks of it carries either a dead body or enough equipment to outfit the entire fall baseball league.

I bend over, pick up the base and chase the man as he makes his way to the parking lot. 

I can’t help but think what my husband might say when I retell this story: Me chasing down a stranger to get to first base. 

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