False Hopes
Roger, a rabid baseball fan, stepped into my doorway as he
was leaving. He pointed to his cap and
said, “Short season. Anything could happen. They could win the division.”
“You might as well root for the coyote,” I said.
He laughed, “Sooner or later the coyote would have caught
that cocky roadrunner.”
“The Pirates will win their division, the coyote will catch
the roadrunner, and you’ll control your drinking. Any other false hopes you
need to let go of?”
Roger laughed again. “Someday my son will get a job and move
out of my basement.”
I said, “Let go of the controlled drinking one first. It’s
killing you.” After he left I wondered what false hopes I might be clinging to.
Today I will let go of false hopes.
Summer with the Slug
Rats © 2020 by Ken Montrose
Summer with the Slug
Rats is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone
you might know is purely coincidental.
Other works
by Ken Montrose are available at:
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