Cesare Pavese: A Short Story

“We don’t remember the days, we remember the moments.” Once said Cesare Pavese. Cesare proves a big point if you really sit down and stare at a picture. They really do bring back memories, they make you remember that moment they can take you back to when you were at a birthday with friends or the smallest things like team pictures. I did that exact thing, I stared at a picture and wrote down exactly what I saw. Read on to see my five pictures that really took me back.

One of our best pitchers Masin are on the mound and we are up 6-5 top of the ninth two outs two strikes bases loaded. We could get an out or lose trying. Coaches, parents and players from each team are on their feet as this one pitch determines if we hit one more time. The ball is pitched and it was the most satisfying thing to hear, “Strike three, batter out!” and, “Ball game!” The dust from my

I am shaking in my seat praying that we are on time for Jabulani group pictures we finally make it. I get out of the car and spirit with all the leg power I could and barely made it. All the kids yell saying, “It’s about time you made it.” The photographer takes my picture and I sit with the rest of the team. We were still missing the last person who was probably going twice the speed limit. Henry finally makes it and we all measure ourselves tallest to smallest. Kids argued they were taller to hold their ground on the team. As usual I was the smallest. I was forced to kneel in the muddy soggy wet grass. Then we are all ready and the blinding flash hits us all. It was still about 10:00 in the morning there was still that mixture of morning dew and goose poop that made you wonder why does this smell not faze me. We all groan as the photographer says, “One more,” in a fake happy voice. The game finally starts as the referee proudly blows his whistle. I have that small relief that everything was ok and god was on my