I look at my dogs and wonder why they like chasing the ball. Rabbits and squirrels I get; the ball must have a magic all its own. 20 years after Annie Barker’s dress lifted above her waist as she ran for a touchdown I married her – still I marvel at the daisies and freckles beneath her dress. Is glimmer one of those words that makes you think of stars, or ice in moonlight? If I have a glimmer of hope would it shine like stars out over the ocean, or would it mean the moon might be made of green cheese? When that first girl pulled the heart from my chest and handed it to me like a shell, I put it to my ear and heard the sound of my impending doom. I survived, though I will never forget the silence in that shell. I still hold it to my ear now and then, searching for a glimmer of hope, something magic for me to chase.
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