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Submitted to Contest #92
Graham Mauet stood on the mound and scraped his cleat through the ochre gravel. He kicked at the rubber that had started innocent but now, seven innings later, was abused and bruised from the hundreds of cleated stomps piercing it. Graham squinted up into the crowd who lay in shadows outside the bright glare of the stadium lights that chased away the night and rendered the whole field in artificial daylight. Before the game a veteran had told Graham: “Don’t look up.” Graham had done exactly that though when he walked onto the field fo...
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