Wednesday, January 14, 2015

abase [uh-beys]

I am seven years old. The other boy is younger and I do not know him well. The field has turned mostly to mud since construction began on the new townhouses, and it is cracked with the evaporation which follows recent rains.

I gently pry loose a slab; keeping it intact. “Want a piece of chocolate?” I say.

I don’t remember if I expected him to get the joke or not. I remember my surprise, and the look of confused horror. I remember going inside and grounding myself to my room.


Skeeter said...

The dictionary is a long read. This project may take a while. I'll enjoy it none-the-less. Thanks.

Fantasy Writer Guy said...

Yikes. It's good to hear from you. We should hook up in person some time.