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waterstones competition-
Jun. 8th, 2008 12:27 amWell - my original short story having been far too long, here is the drabble/prose poem I submitted just now to the Waterstones short story competition. I'm very pleased with it, actually; it's the first "Christopher" story I ever thought of, and I'd never considered doing it in this style or from this pov. Here goes - not under a cut because it's g-rated and very short:
Skateboard
You're NEARLY 10, you say.
Old enough. You want a skateboard.
At first, I scream inside my head, "NO!"
I'm a nurse.
I've seen what happens.
Greenstick fractures, concussions, even worse.
I fear for you. I fear
hard stone and pavement, tons of moving metal.
I fear gravity.
But
I lock my thoughts behind my lips.
We agree: you'll get your board.
On Christmas Day, you rush outside,
a gawky fledgling, knees bent, wings outstretched.
Then, oh then (my reward) I see you take to the air, fearless,
and fly.
Skateboard
You're NEARLY 10, you say.
Old enough. You want a skateboard.
At first, I scream inside my head, "NO!"
I'm a nurse.
I've seen what happens.
Greenstick fractures, concussions, even worse.
I fear for you. I fear
hard stone and pavement, tons of moving metal.
I fear gravity.
But
I lock my thoughts behind my lips.
We agree: you'll get your board.
On Christmas Day, you rush outside,
a gawky fledgling, knees bent, wings outstretched.
Then, oh then (my reward) I see you take to the air, fearless,
and fly.
