Friday, 22 August 2008

A Stillness comes

Peanut Butter

The peanut butter sandwich on soft white bread cut into the shape of a soccer ball flew into the air hitting the branches of roadside larches still in Ieaf despite the cold autumn snap; falling the slices, divided, peanut sides face up, flopping down on the boy’s now still body.

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