Tennis Ball

I sat at the stoplight in a daze, ignoring the urgency of chilled air prattling through the vents. It was 7:34 on a sticky summer evening. I yanked at my tie, but my worry refused to be distracted by the yammer of sports talk. My head pulsed with the bits and pieces of four workday meetings, my short breaths... Continue Reading →

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