Monday, April 12, 2010

Grass Stains



Today's muse: Daily Writing Practice

Four lines of prose.

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Grass Stains

The guys at school were relentless, teasing him about the stains on his knees, though he tried night after night to wash them out. They made crass gestures as he walked by—thrusting motions with their hands at their mouths—often accompanied with obscene sucking noises. He kept his head high as he walked by them, his face carefully blank, void of emotion. They don’t understand, he whispered, as he knelt before the etched stone that marked his mother’s grave.



2 comments:

glnroz said...

as usall,, a winner

jason evans said...

Very hard hitting.