Issue 12
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Lincoln Rogers
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The Sentence
It was a full ninety minutes before the young cowboy attempted a
second hearing in front of his Parole Board of One and he was already out of
angles. "I'm making myself a bowl of cereal. Want some?" The optimism in his gray eyes dimmed as her body language relegated him to the silence of a full sentence with no time off for good behavior. He couldn't believe he was in trouble again. People forget about phone messages all the time and the world never implodes. Come on, it was only her mother. A flicker of realization impacted his brain quite suddenly: "Maybe I shouldn't have said it -- that sentence -- 'It's only your mother', quite like that." Just as immediate, the thought forever freed itself of him, unable to locate any soil of maturity in which to plant itself and grow. His scuffed Acme boots shuffled him from the bitter stillness of the living room in search of sweet sustenance. She'd get over it; she always did. In the meantime, maybe a short visit with Captain Crunch would make him feel better.
~Lincoln Rogers
Lincoln Rogers has work accepted for publication in The Green Tricycle, GRIT, American Western Magazine, CowboyPoetry.com, The Horsethief's Journal, The Fence Post, Prairie Times, The Copperfield Review, Rocky Mountain Rider and Over the
Back Fence Magazine. Email.
© 2003 by Lincoln Rogers. All Rights Reserved.
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