lament

by

Candi Timmerman

in slim cut jeans, rag-tag hat and a cornflower shirt to match his eyes, he strode into the bar as if he owned it.

boots and spurs were never her thing, nor the confidence that usually accompanies a 10 gallon hat, but she noticed.
eight days and fifteen jack and cokes later, they played pool and then he taught her why the pawn is so elegant. she showed him dimples and wore flowers in her hair.

red lipstick and diamonds could never recover the grace of his hands on the pawn.

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by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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