The Kid followed in the footsteps of his father, who taught him how to play the game. Ken Sr. instructed Junior on the three parts of baseball; defense, hitting, and base running — defense being first. Junior listened to his father, a long time Cincinnati Red, and himself became a pro player at age 17. [...]
There is a thread that runs through the thumb and each of the four fingers; it holds them all in place. The thread binds all five digits to a checker patterned web. If I were to slip my hand inside, I’d find a place where only my left hand, fits just so. My squeezed fist [...]
His leg right twitched and sent a jolt through his upper body that exited out his left shoulder. Dmitry gasped to life seated against the smooth and solid surface of his wooden office door, his legs outstretched to V below his leaning torso. Groggy, he flickered and briefly scanned the broken room. Dima recognized everything [...]
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Posted 12 June 2010
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I really should have worn a different set of shorts. Maybe the white ones with the swoosh down by the left knee. These three-striped black and red ones are so much heavier; what was I thinking when I bought extra large? My feet are pounding away on the pavement out in front of my apartment, [...]
The green and white tennis shoe laced tight to his right foot had unraveled and come undone. His left was lost a mile back, when he dashed across the Belkin’s muddy lawn. Five toes had already been exposed and he was in danger of showing off all ten, but still, he ran. Through wet grass, [...]
View the world through an unfiltered lens, and wait for the right situation to develop. I pull off to the shoulder side on the long road of life, and reach into the back seat for a little black bag. Its memory making contents are pulled from their compartments, and the blinding caps are removed. Through [...]