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Genre: Literary Fiction
Word Count: 100
C’EST LA VIE
When I was a co-ed I married a professional baseball player.
After a year, a specialist told us we’d never conceive.
Jack refused to adopt. He couldn’t see himself raising “another man’s bastard.”
Within weeks he divorced me and married a fan.
Devastated, I left for France. In Apremont-sur-Allier I found healing in Ranier’s arms.
“All I have to offer is my farm and my love,” he said.
“I can’t give you children,” I said.
“All I want is your heart.”
Today we greeted our fourth son, the spitting image of his father.
Jack? No runs. No hits. No heirs.