By Richard Edenfield
Time warping 60’s hotdogs and the slide of touchdown bikinis crossing the line as everyone watched replay. Beatles blasting Revolver while palm reader languished over Silver Surfer. 10$ a pop for the future.
Psychedelic Sarah 16. Mother taught palmistry.
Armless man, Vietnam casualty, approached wanting palm read. Sarah graciously took invisible hand in hers, like a cloud touching the sky, and gave forecast.
She felt ghost limb, trauma of it, way it moved around a gun like bullet war ballet.
His tears fell, passing through the place his hand once was.
The song “Rain,” coming from Lennon, played in the distance.
What an emotive piece. Great concept.
Thank you. Sometimes in shorter pieces it is fun to get carried away in your head with the atmosphere of a place and articulate that in language. Remembering also that it needs to come together hopefully in an inspired unique way as a story.