Leon died in the middle of analyzing stats
before making his next fantasy baseball selection.
The pigeons at his window did not notice.
The people on the street did not notice, either.
He had created many pages sorted by position.
He had ranked each player.
Some of the players were crossed out in pencil.
Others were circled in blue ink.
There was an asterisk beside Mad Bum.
There was an em-dash into the margin by Anthony Rizzo.
The maid found him slumped over his desk.
His laptop computer open to a draft webpage.
She knew better than to clean his study.
Or straighten his papers with rows of numbers.
A number of instant messages prompted him
to make his next pick.
The top message informed him he timed out
and lost the pick for that round.
An email waited in his inbox informing him
he had been disqualified from the league
for not completing the draft
and his entry fee would not be refunded.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney