the slipslide of shoes on the blacktan
concrete underneath dark harold's soslow
shoes always made him seem
off.
he truffled on.
when he got to the bank he lowered his
bluebright eyes to hide from the
yellowglare sun and boldly pushed his
way through the glass doorgates.
and truffled on in.
he slid eversoslow past the hudging line
and asked eversonice of the tallpale
teller for something he could use for
foodeats. he held his purplepants up
and they never fell.
she said no.
so he hollow hollered.
and she said nono.
he scream-screamed.
and my ohsosafe security man trumbled over
to show him a bad word or two.
harold scream-screamed.
my ohsosafe man unclipped downbelow.
harold scream-screamed.
my ohsosafe man winked fear behind brightclear glasses.
dark harold reached into his deepdeep pocket for some
and my ohsosafe man raised an arm and a
hand with something blackblackblack and
squeezedown hard and bangbang goes the
rocket. so loud.
something hard hit dark harold blankblam
in the broadblack ribs of ohsoslow
harold.
harold bent over and
then ohsoslow fell over.
About the Authorpaperwall.org
Samuel Cole publishes a small, one page, online literary journal called Paperwall. He has also written a small book that he is releasing on the internet called "The Man With The Patchwork Heart". He also does micro-fiction on Twitter.
