Monday, March 9, 2009


Taylor's father never missed a game in ten years' time.
He sat on the fourth row, eight seats down.
One year he almost caught a foul ball.
It bounced near them to the right.
Taylor would've loved to get it.
He never had a chance.
Sitting alone he remembers.
One seat's empty.
Dad left.

- Bill Turner

This originally appeared in Per Contra. Bill Turner is a fiction writer and stage playwright whose works have appeared extensively in the web.

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