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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3517 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Depth of Field Lisa Janice Cohen He begs me to let him stay awake and watch the game. He folds lanky arms, legs, broad torso into a comma, slips inside the ratty beanbag chair's embrace. I follow the play-by-play in his body language, a groan and I know we've stranded men on base. A fist slams into the vinyl cushion; the Yankees score again. He squints at the screen, absorbed in the trigonometry of trajectory, acceleration, speed, problems his monocular vision can't calculate. I close my right eye; a cup jumps past my outstretched hand. Coffee drips from the counter. I shut my left, listen to the darkness pool. |
