A short Story:
The moon is a bizarre sight to illuminate the horizon above the diamond. One of those romantic afternoons where the moon and the sun share the sky in a battle for dominance. At this stage in the day the moon will always prevail.
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Working as a groundskeeper for the Canmore Baseball pitch was a job that Andrew Spear was content with. Firstly, he was the only man who held permission to enter the diamond after hours. Never voicing this thought out loud, he was well aware of the flickers of pride he felt as the neighbourhood kids longingly gazed in on their way past.
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Secondly, his commitment to the absolute quality of the pitch and his overall length of service had granted him respect amongst his local peers. Sitting at the bar after work he often felt like a man of power. Quite similar to the feeling a president must get when a guest enters the white house.
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Asides from the feeling of being a certified object of stability within the neighbourhood, there was one more thing that kept him so committed to this somewhat monotonous role. Once the gates were locked up and the lights were turned off once more, he returned home. Every night, he returned to an empty home.
