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Free Fiction Friday: Trolley Dodgers (Prologue)

trolleydodgers-1PROLOGUE

I remember the day I saw the shooting stars. Darryl and I were twelve. We were playing catch at Roxy’s house. I remember throwing the ball over Darryl’s head and watching it roll into the bushes. The sun was going down behind the trees that lined the back of Roxy’s lot. We walked towards the golden sky to look for the ball. After a few minutes  of looking, we found the baseball and turned our backs to the sunset to continue playing catch. That’s when we saw them. “Make a wish,” Darryl said. Both of us closed our eyes, and made twelve-year-old wishes.
“What did you wish for?” I asked.
“To be a baseball player.”
“Me too.”
“Look, there’s another one!” Darryl shouted. “Make another wish.”
I closed my eyes and wished as hard as I could.
“Now what did you wish for?”
“I wished we had a baseball team in Bloomington,” I said.
Darryl looked puzzled at first, as if the idea had never crossed his mind. Then his face lit up. “Wow. I wish I would have thought of that. Well, I’m sure it will come true. It has to.”
Darryl was just as sure it would happen as he was that baseball bats were made of wood. Darryl was sure. I said, “I don’t know.”

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“Classical Music”

trolleydodgers-1And with that, the obscenity symphony had begun. Oh, it wasn?t audible. This performance played completely inside my head, conducted by our good friend Mr. Ego. He was lamenting the fact that the walls of pretense had been leveled by the woman sitting across the table. She was right. She was absolutely right. And, it was infuriating!

From the novel Trolley Dodgers.

Carry on, Citizens!

Aiming

trolleydodgers-1“Maybe I’m aiming too low.”

“Maybe you’re aiming too high.”

“From the looks of your bathroom, I’d say you’re not aiming at anything.”

“Sorry, I meant to clean the place before you got here.”

“Next time I’ll give you a week’s notice.”

“Why a week?”

“There are bacteria in there picketing for better working conditions!”

“I know —they’re never satisfied. Last week it was for longer breaks and holiday pay.”

~from the novel Trolley Dodgers

Carry on, Citizens!

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