The millionaires don’t like it when I make a mistake. Sometimes they kick dirt on me. That’s okay. We all come from dirt, even them, though they forget that. Humility is not their long suit. I almost went into medicine, but that was too scary. You make a bad call there, someone dies. Here, someone maybe doesn’t get on base. No big deal. I like when they hit their home runs. Dusts everything up nicely. I like to stand behind the plate, watching. I imagine myself riding up to the sky with the ball. I don’t make any mistakes then.
Mario who?I'm a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Pacific Northwest on Missoula Flood soil. I post my 100-word short shorts here on an intermittent basis.
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