The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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As a young teenager, Judy played in a softball league. It was moments like these that allowed her to get away from her challenging childhood and enjoy time with her close friends. This scene depicts what a typical softball game would like for Judy while incorporating some of her dire past.

Pop! Judy’s eyes wandered down toward the glistening, dewy, green grass as she took the softball out of her worn glove and proceeded to heave it 50 feet toward her throwing partner across from her. Judy wasn’t the best softball player in the world, but she played for the love of the game. It was a motto she seemed to live her life by, especially after a childhood that seemed to leave behind more scars than it memories. “You cannot control the past or the future,” she would say. “You can only control the present, and you better enjoy it! Don’t take anything for granted.”

It was about halfway through the game now and Judy could be seen laughing and joking with her friends in the dugout. “Arlene, you couldn’t possibly look any worse up at the plate… well, I take that back. I guess you could be me,” she said, barely holding in her giggling laughter. Judy stepped off the on-deck circle looking down at her small cleats. She wore a size 5, good-sized feet for a woman that stood only 5 feet 2 inches tall. As the saying always goes, however, you can never judge a book by its cover; this couldn’t be truer with Judy. Ask her family. They’ll tell you she’s got thicker skin than a lot of men out there.

Judy dug her size 5 shoe into the batter’s box. Looking back at the umpire, Judy could see behind his facemask and into his blue eyes. For a moment, his blue eyes reminded Judy of the ocean, a place she only saw in magazines growing up, as her family only dreamed of going on vacations. Living paycheck to paycheck with an alcoholic father, Judy and her siblings didn’t have the opportunities other kids had.

Suddenly, Judy’s trance was interrupted by the bellowing voice of the umpire behind her. “Play ball!” The pitch came in, Judy’s eyes widening. The ball seemed to make a sudden left turn and was headed like a freight train toward her left hip. Judy tried to move out the way, but her feet were sinking rapidly into the quicksand below her. She felt a thump on her hip and woke up, staring at her father in the eyes. With a scowl on his face, he reeked of alcohol, his belt in his left hand, breathing heavily.

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As a young teenager, Judy played in a softball league. It was moments like these that allowed her to get away from her challenging childhood and enjoy time with her close friends. This scene depicts what a typical softball game would like for Judy while incorporating some of her dire past.

Decade: 1950s
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Recorded by William Petty on April 27, 2018
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