Short Stop: Over

L.C. Hill

I do this thing where I pull out my dark gray underwear on important days. You might consider them my lucky underwear. I don’t know that it’s luck. It’s more like hope for better things. I don’t know why it’s the dark gray underwear and not the light gray underwear. Or the black underwear. Or better yet, the black underwear with the small, whimsical white polka dots. You would think that luck and whimsy would go well together. But I don’t know that it’s luck, so I don’t give into whimsy on those days I need the gods to smile on me, or on someone I love. I wore dark gray the day my nephew was born, on job interviews, on our first date. I don’t know if that’s how I’m so sure when something is over, but today I hesitated when I chose my underwear. And now I’m wearing the beige ones.

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