Monday, October 31, 2011
Place
By the pool the upwards light lends Brace and trusted Jinky aqua glows.
In the middle distance, Jeanette and prep school chums urge shiny horses over stubbled pasture.
Beyond them, at the edge of the woods, Old Charlie drives the tractor, with new guy Bertie standing up behind him.
Brace speaks. “Tell the senator: Austerity! Even he
can understand.”
Jinky shrugs. “Will do, but, you know...well, maybe do
nothing a while? Wait for things to shake out?
You win in the turns.”
“True, but we ain’t so fuckin shabby in the straightaways neither!”
Marine laughter.
By the pool the upwards light lends Brace and trusted Jinky aqua glows.
In the middle distance, Jeanette and prep school chums urge shiny horses over stubbled pasture.
Beyond them, at the edge of the woods, Old Charlie drives the tractor, with new guy Bertie standing up behind him.
Brace speaks. “Tell the senator: Austerity! Even he
can understand.”
Jinky shrugs. “Will do, but, you know...well, maybe do
nothing a while? Wait for things to shake out?
You win in the turns.”
“True, but we ain’t so fuckin shabby in the straightaways neither!”
Marine laughter.
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