By Madeleine Armstrong
Just one more frame before I go home.
In this gloomy hall, under a cloak of cigarette smoke, all I have to worry about is the angles. Get them right and the rest will follow: the click of ball against ball, the soft thunk into a pocket, the feeling that all’s right with the universe.
Until I have to leave.
The sky’s darkening and rain’s falling when I hurry off the tram, along our snaking street, hoping Dad’s already in bed.
But when I turn onto our path his shadow’s framed in the window, a slice of darkness against the light.
Interesting bookending-an enjoyable read
Thanks for reading, Jennifer!
Top-notch.
Thanks for reading, David!
Well done.
Thanks Ed!
I liked your piece’s atmospheric quality and the image you created at the end of your piece! Great succinct but clear description of the moodiness and feel of playing pool too!
Thanks for the comments, Lynn, really glad you enjoyed it