#rockne

In a dimly lit café, a couple talk about everything and nothing. She requests to read his palm, and he consents. She examines his hand. She notes many crossings on his lifeline, they show that he will suffer and fail. The revelation hurts him, but he attempts to mask his pain. She smiles mischievously, her beauty shining, and. downplays her words as jest, but they linger in his mind: "You're destined to fail." That’s a hard sentence to hear. It's especially hard from the woman you love. He tried to forget it, but that sentence will haunt him for life. It will do so even when she was just a memory of a distant past.

Their paths had never crossed before, and they would never intersect again. Yet, he often ponders her fate, wondering if her quest for such a simple goal led to salvation or despair.

As the years pass, the suit becomes obsolete, a relic of unfulfilled dreams vanishing into the void from where it came and the writer fades into the obscurity he never left, joining the army of nobodies that history forgot, leaving behind only whispers of what could have been.

A 1932 Rockne, a budget make under the Studebaker umbrella.  Made for only two years, this was named after famed Notre Dame football coach Knute Rockne.

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