Art & Inspiration The Sunday Night Shortie!

DEATH ON THE BOARDS

A breeze blows across the inner field, and I can smell the scent of fresh grass, alfalfa.

Mixed in is the scent of oil, gasoline and blood.

I stare at the blinding blue skies. I hear the announcer shrieking.

It can not end like this. I hoped for more.

Damn.

 

Wow! Hope the photog didn't take too much time figuring out the safest direction to run. K6

 

Wow! Poor bastard......bet that did not end well!

Ray