Baseball Stories (15)

 . . . Nothing.

The hitting slump continues.

Walls and boxes and ceilings invade his thinking.

Just waiting.

"And so we shall," echoes the courage of one still lost in a closet.  "Give it a rest," calls out yet another.  Trapped in the middle he considers his options.

"I am with me," he scrawls in the dirt and quickly obscures what was hastily written.  "I have been here before, but had nearly forgotten."  His thoughts slowly fade with the late innings of the game.

"Now, quiet," he whispers so no one can hear him.  Not the players, the coach, or the fans that support them.  Left to this moment they become silent reminders that slip from his warnings to sleep with the flowers.

It will continue without him.

Smile. . .