Friday, July 27, 2012

Five Young Men

All the young men gathered around the table, there were women in the other groups but by some twist of fate there were only men in this one. Five of them. They stared at her grey toes and ashy cheeks and their hearts pined for her once-rosy face and the falling of her loose-fitting dress on the curves of her dancing body. Their supervisor came in and picking up their scalpels the men commenced. They hacked away at her guts, just pulled them all out bit by bit, looked at them and put them back in again. They went home to their respective flats, homes, girlfriends, parents, dogs, cats, children and laughed and talked, (though a couple of them argued), long into the night.

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