Friday, November 20, 2015

Day freeze

They say a chain of maple leafs got crushed along the boards tonight. Their brains interpreted the imprint of the boards on their faces as pain. As always, the trainer had to be escorted over to fallen wingers on the arm of number 17, somebody said to NK after the game. NK seemed to want to look away, perhaps in fear that he'd lose his place in line at the post-game buffet, chops 'n beets. He's the reason they installed the keyboard in the dressing room but you'd never know it. The lock bears the keychain of a public utility for which a young man, Dale, drives a Dodge van for he's not sure how much longer. Dale's wife Larraine has other ideas.

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