Hoopless Dreams

© 2012 Michael Fiveson

When he was a boy he would play for hours at a time. His jump shot was second to none and he was quick too. When he received his scholarship offers his parents were so proud and when he blew out his knee just three games into his freshman year everyone was devastated.  It was a career ending injury.

Now his children are grown and his wife moved out two years ago. He dreams of standing by his childhood home, basketball in hand. In his dreams he is young again, but there is no basketball hoop and he doesn’t know what to do with the ball. He is lost and alone. When he awakens, he remembers that he is.

*dark fiction……that’s all folks.

66 thoughts on “Hoopless Dreams

    • Yes, but It was just a vignette. A slice of someone’s experience. I didn’t talk about his recent meeting of a lovely woman. The positive relationship he has with his grown children. That he has a 250 bowling average, and just painted his house yellow.

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  1. When I saw the title of this post, I thought of the Indian Hoop Dance…. until I opened it up and read your piece. The devastations that shape our lives are the very fabric of life itself. When I was a child I wanted to be a paleontologist… I had visions of traveling the world and drawing all the wonderful life that is now extinct from bones and fossils… I thought that would be just about the greatest life I could imagine. Life happened. Today I wander among poets creating images until my eyes give out… but so glad to have met the poets for then there will always be the poem. And I have some great friends who keep me abreast of some of the things I could have been doing in the scientific field…
    Nothing’s ever written in stone in this old life. It’s fluid and I had to learn to swim… well at least float.

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    • Yes, and I suppose I should put a disclaimer in my description so people know its not me, but just some random fiction.
      Yes, we can resist tides but a good idea to swim in turbulent waters, until we resurface in another place in time.
      Thank you for your thoughtful and insightful comment. I will now add the disclaimer….

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      • I know it was a prose poem written about the building you encountered… it just happened that these circumstances were so true to life I’m sure we all have come to that point where our lives have been changed dramatically only to find ourselves on a new path.

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      • I don’t find your posts bizarre at all… to tell you the truth. I find great empathy between what you encounter and the way you present it all. There is beauty in these things… it takes special eyes to see. Thanks for sharing and opening our eyes.

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  2. He touched many lives by his compassion towards those who couldn’t fulfill their own sports dreams, and, without knowing it, saved a young woman from despair, a young woman who went on to serve the poor in Third World Countries and developed a system which allowed the women to care for each other and their villages. She fondly acknowledges the good he did for her by giving her the strength to go in a different direction from what she initially anticipated.

    It’s these kinds of stories we don’t hear when we look at our own life’s basket ball hoops. Yet, they are out there.

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    • That is how it works when we are compassionate and do for others. In my own life I was involved professionally in a capacity where I could offer kindness and respect to some broken souls. From time to time I am contacted by someone I might have been nice to 15 years ago. It is deeply gratifying. If we practice what is called random acts of kindness, we set forth an energy that may have a ripple effect, only time will tell. As you know, there are a percentage of very angry and stunted humans out there. Every good deed has weight.
      Always good to hear from you Dezra.

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      • I’m getting divorced, actually quite happy about it, it’s a good thing. Keeps me off the abandoned properties for now.

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      • I suppose that a healthy person celebrates the end of a relationship that wasn’t satisfying or good for them. Congratulations would be in order.

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      • Kind of along the lines of someone who lives by herself but doesn’t live alone, because she has herself for company.

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      • yes, 18 to 22. makes me feel so “regular” and BTW, Holy Crap! I think I was able to get most of my posts back using the source code! Damn, I love geeks!

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      • Pay no attention to this post, all old stuff, I’m a happy kid now! I am actually a little geeky, in a good way, I can’t talk the talk, but I can do “stuff”.

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      • thank you so much Mike, I appreciate that insightful comment! Question. I deleted most of my posts and now regret it. Where is the trash so I can see if I can dig them out?

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      • Hmmmmm. I don’t know that there is a trash. It may well be that they are gone, but you can go to a forum on WP and ask that question.

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      • Yes, that is exactly what I did, they told me to look in the trash or a cache source code. Oh well, no biggy I suppose, but I do regret it. Thanks anyway!

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