Boys

Posted on 09/03/2009 by LynnAlexander

Mismatched chairs surround folding metal table.  Plastic armies of sworn allegiance align and oppose on fields of red and black squares.  Dogs pay no mind, tongues in dirt, pumping hot air from shrink-wrapped bodies.  Crows stir the heat and hold the sky.  Red checkers jump black.  King me.
Richard Osgood

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6 Responses to Boys

  1. Bernardo Bolt Gregori says:
    09/03/2009 at

    Beautiful story! Masterly crafted! Great imagery! Last line is as poignant, impacting, devastating as lions’ incisors! A magnificent magnet!

  3. Sherri C. says:
    09/04/2009 at

    Nicely done. Vivid and poetic.

  4. Doug Mathewson says:
    09/05/2009 at

    “crows stir the heat, and hold the sky” – great line & great image . Thanks

  5. Richard Osgood says:
    09/08/2009 at

    Thanks everyone. Like staring too long at the sun, whenever I blink I see ink.

    Hey Bernardo! Thanks for the love.

    Michael and Doug, thanks for the kind words, and good to meet you. Stop by Zoetrope and I’ll show you around (just look me up).

    Hi Sherri C. Long time no see . . . (I made a rhyme!) Thanks for the comment . . . heehee.

  6. Bill says:
    09/19/2009 at

    Dogs pay no mind, tongues in dirt, pumping hot air from shrink-wrapped bodies. Crows stir the heat and hold the sky.
    Intense. Love it.