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Post by jeffjeppesen on May 12, 2009 19:30:36 GMT -5
Squat, grey and ugly with the power to crush and crush but unable to leap the ditch and fence, standing still, staring with black piggy eyes from beneath a chipped horn and it says, “Look on. I am all that is left of the unicorn.” The guy next to me laughs. “Shit, son. You grew up is all.” He spits in the dirt, puts his son on his shoulder and walks away into the crowd.
I lean on the fence staring into the beast’s little black eye. I ask it: “It’s never like you thought is it? Like when you tell your dad you want to be a fireman; and your mom, a doctor. But you end up working the third shift years too long and your teeth ache and your belly’s grown soft. Just like you dreamt of tiny hooves, of laying your head in the lap of a virgin.”
“Shit, son,” it says. “We grew up is all. Get over it.”
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Post by Ivan Carswell on May 13, 2009 4:17:45 GMT -5
In a word, crikey! Yep, this is Gallery material...
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Post by jeffjeppesen on May 13, 2009 8:18:55 GMT -5
Cool! Thanks.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on May 14, 2009 3:28:22 GMT -5
i really like this welcome aboard
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