Monday, October 8, 2012

Winning at Nothing

 


I remember feeling a tinge of Weary Lonesome, trudging up that familiar hill.
I probably thought I hadn't accomplished enough that day. 

A loose-limbed man appeared at the top. He lurch-trotted down the strip of grass beside the sidewalk with his arm out like he wanted to high-five the woman ahead of me. 

She kept walking without responding, clamping her purse tighter with an elbow. 

His home-run grin didn't falter at all. He veered around the handicapped parking sign, careening towards me, and slapped my hand awake with a solid sting.

I so enjoyed the rest of the walk home. 

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