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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