Snake eyes 

Much can be said for the demise of cowboys and indians ..when i was 9 my best friend  had a party of sorts.. the lewis’s had a get sense of the sublime ..their posh cousin  arrived in a full cowboy outfit …he arrived at the house  strode in like a constipated john wayne … clicking his spurs  he clunked up onto the landing ..turned around and stared at the company all seated …there was an air about hin that was not  quite right …his face  was, how I imagined Jess James looked moments before he was shot ..this still agony silenced the room as everyones gaze became fixed on this infantile clint eastwood…the cousin winced as if sunlight was  catching his eye …then  his expression changed…his trigger hand nolonger clutched at his gun belt…we noticed a damp patch  manifest  in the area his chaps did not cover…slowly a golden  puddle appeared around his boots …when the trickle down his boot stopped…with an air of a man nolonger for the scaffold  he returned to the main  room   to a plate of ham sandwiches. The company in the room  made room for him… just like in the great westerns  we all returned to our drinks happy in the knowledge that “Kid Shaleen”  would not be causing any more trouble ….

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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