Beach Scene
by Bill Yarrow
Larry works the concession stand
near the pier. He treats his younger
brother like shit. One time Frankie sat
on a bench in the sun for three hours
waiting for his brother to get off work.
I still dream about Frankie's sunburned shins.
near the pier. He treats his younger
brother like shit. One time Frankie sat
on a bench in the sun for three hours
waiting for his brother to get off work.
I still dream about Frankie's sunburned shins.
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Author's Note
This poem appeared in Children, Churches and Daddies [CC&D] magazine.
Thanks, Janet Kuypers!
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Proust had his ‘petites madeleines.' You have Frankie's sunburned shins.
Nice capture of a moment that stays. *
Nothingness as art. Always the best kind. The every day. Well done, Bill. Captures a hard, true moment.
BILL, YOU ARE THE MAN! (caps was necessary)
So much better and deeper than the photo or painting hinted at by the title.
What a piece of work the human race is. *
Wow...ditto what Jake says.*
Love how this allows ones imagination to complete the story.....
Thank you, John, Sam, Amanda D, Gary, Jake, Amanda H. and Charlotte!
Fantastic short sketch Bill! It took me right there! *
Wham. *
A micro micro that tells a big story. *
Thank you, Michael, Beate, and Tina!