A slight slip of fiction, 58-style
Veteran Affairs
He keeps it on a shelf, same shelf as the cereal, the oatmeal.
A modest ceramic bowl; blue, the color of an early sky after a day’s rain shower. One handle is chipped.
He doesn’t looked inside. Doesn’t need to; he carries the pain inside.
Within, a dozen aluminum tags, memories of boys who wouldn’t be coming home.
He keeps it on a shelf, same shelf as the cereal, the oatmeal.
A modest ceramic bowl; blue, the color of an early sky after a day’s rain shower. One handle is chipped.
He doesn’t looked inside. Doesn’t need to; he carries the pain inside.
Within, a dozen aluminum tags, memories of boys who wouldn’t be coming home.
Comments
We all have chipped cups on our shelf, don't we...
Teri and the cats of Furrydance
ha ha, anyway, is your 58 your 55 contribution? why not try 69. wait this is getting completely out of hand. my apologies.!