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TIM WELLER's avatar

WOW! That's all I can say. Just 'WOW.' Harvey stepped up to the plate, the Louisville Slugger leaned impatiently against his left shoulder. The pitcher squinted, stared at Harvey, hoping for some sign of weakness, or even timidness. He came away empty-handed. Harvey reflexively got the bat ready to go to war, and took several practice swings. The pitcher contorted and stretched his body. Harvey only saw the white ball gripped firmly in the pitcher's right hand. Then the ball came at him at about 95 miles an hour. Harvey judged it to be hittable. He tensed. He swung. The most satisfying sound in sports was loud and crisp. The medium sized crowd stood as if that would give them a closer look at the arc. It didn't. But the ball sailed on, ignorant of it's appreciative audience.

Harvey dropped the bat as if it were a large snake, and began his journey around the bases. And, that, my friends, is this story.

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Harvey Stanbrough's avatar

Wow! Thanks, Tim!

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Carrie's avatar

Great story!

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Harvey Stanbrough's avatar

Thanks, Carrie.

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Rex Schultz's avatar

I traveled by bus one time. I was running away from home. I wrote about the experience in two paragraphs. You...you are amazing! Thanks.

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Harvey Stanbrough's avatar

Thanks, Rex. My characters are observant and forthcoming. :-) Maybe you should revisit your adventure in running away from home. Sounds like it would make a great story. :-)

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