Shaking Off

Stepping to the plate, all the ghosts vanished and he wore the cocky smile he knew pissed off opposing pitchers (and had led to his getting on base numerous times from getting hit). The ghosts used to come with him into the batter’s box. The ghost of the one who could have played, but had the chance taken away from him. The ghost of the one who wanted to play, but didn’t have the skill. The ghosts of all those who loved the game, but just didn’t play. He had realized in here it had to be him and the pitcher and the challenge of the ball.


Copyright 2012 by Casey Moore