In a different scenario, a man on third, with the bases loaded, can be forced out at home. After a good hit, the batter’s running to first, pushing the other base runners on. It might be that this man on third doesn’t even have a fighting chance to get to home. The catcher could reach out his glove, plop, move his foot, stamp, and just seconds after the hit, in less time than any human could run the distance between the base and the plate, the runner’s out.
Thief by Debra Anne Davis is the harrowing story of a rape and its aftermath. It’s told in a detached, reasonable voice, which makes the horror underneath it that much more terrible. I’m not sure if “personal essay” is a category the Million Writers Award covers–the rules say “stories”, so I’d think any narrative would count–but if any personal essay pubished online deserves notice, it’s this one.
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