By David L Painter
It was not so much as to who he was but what he might have been. Somehow the time seemed to have slipped by until 30 years had passed. Years of rising each morning clenching a black lunch pail spending 10 hours down in the steel mill only to return at the end of the day When he was twenty-two and much to his surprise, that girl with auburn hair and big doe eyes said yes. Still it wasn’t too late, he had played the game all his life from little league to high school. Everyone said that he had a good glove and a decent stick. He had been offered a chance to play down Tupelo way, minor AA. It won’t be long he told his young wife, but he just had to take the chance. However as dreams sometimes do, they go by the way of a headfirst slide into home plate as the ump calls “You’re out.” And the dust settles over the rest of his life. That two hundred a week wasn’t enough with a baby on the way. He could always play another day. After all, everyone says that he had a good glove and a decent stick. Saturday night in front of the T V screen as the flicker of black and white dancing across his face, perhaps down by the ocean were the water wash’s him clean, or at the corner bar where the foam slides down his empty glass. Maybe it’s the cry of a newborn child and the laugh of a happy wife. Still in all, the question remains What if? If only. Everyone said that he had a good glove and a decent stick.
2 thoughts on “What Could Have Been?”
Wow!! Strong stuff, David! Really well done. I love it 🙂
Well done David! Loved it!