Monthly Archives: January 2012

A regular night.


Here is Lawson’s story of courage, fear and food. Note the beautiful metaphor.

A regular night.


Tom, a seventy year old man, fragile as a shattered window and weak as a horse in pain, rarely went outside because he was scared of his own shadow. He always went to the supermarket in the dark to avoid his silhouette and the sound of shoving shouting shoppers. On a pale blue night lit by a crescent banana, Tom restocked his fridge, his sensitive ears guiding the way home on the deserted suburban street. A faint cry coming from the ragged lawn mower factory forced him over and he looked down into the eyes of pleading workers, tied up and hopeless. He faced his fear, slid down and freed them. They all made it out by sunrise, followed Tom home where they ate all his groceries before the police arrived.