Monday, March 24, 2014

Chance



















Photo by RP Thomas


Ted’s Bad Dream

The wag Ted drank his fill
at Talent's Tex’s Tavern
before heading up the hill
to his house on Deemer Lane,
where he lived alone with
his demons and bad dreams.

In his old life he’d had a wife,
but that was a long time ago.
She’d ran off with a man named
Sam with whom Ted served in
Vietnam; his bad nights had
since gotten worse and he’d   

Laid a few mines down near
the wire, loaded his revolver
and stayed under cover until  
dawn, when he peered outside
and saw his neighbor Glenn
Nguyen mowing his lawn.  Oh,

Ted thought it odd—a sign from
God?—and went to his kitchen to
make coffee, before thinking again
and finally taking to bed with his
gun at his head; he spun the chamber,
pulled the trigger, and lived.


TS

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