Mr. Selraybob
Author | Waketon, Missouri |
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After a childhood on the Mississippi—fishing, camping and drinking, like all good midwestern boys do—Selraybob became a high school football star. Granted, he was a left tackle, and the term ‘star’ didn’t bring the fame and adoration that was heaped onto the quarterback. But he was good.
And that was his .... more
After a childhood on the Mississippi—fishing, camping and drinking, like all good midwestern boys do—Selraybob became a high school football star. Granted, he was a left tackle, and the term ‘star’ didn’t bring the fame and adoration that was heaped onto the quarterback. But he was good.
And that was his peak. Years later, Selraybob found himself on his lounger, doing next to nothing, with no ambition and less desire. He was a dead man sitting. Until, while his wife was giving him her final goodbye speech, Selraybob noticed that their two clocks were off by seven minutes. For some, this would trigger the need to make them match. For Selraybob, this simple difference changed his life.
The theory of time became stuck in his craw, gnawing at him, pricking at him and nudging him off his worn-in lounger.