Literary Triathlon: Picks
By Graeme Stewart
Today's Literary Triathlon pick of the day is from Graeme Stewart of Waterloo, ON.
Poetry: Against the Clock
Time is running out
Feign left, pivot right
Reflex or thought?
Don’t think, do
Time is bountiful
Push through, free
Time is irrelevant
Short Story: Morning Beauty
These shoes, that took me out into the dewy half-lit world. These shoes, which cushioned my feet as I worked to impress you. These shoes, the ones I wore the first morning you waved at me.
You never knew, but every morning as I tied the laces I smiled and hoped I would see your face. Your hair pulled tightly back, flawless muscles propelling you. It was the best part of my day, seeing you.
I leave these shoes for you here where we once met, my number scrawled along the insole. Where have you gone? Will you find them?
Creative Nonfiction: The Beautiful Game
I’m 22; this could put us in final. I should take it, but I’d been drinking the night before. Excuses. I have John take the penalty. I curse as he misses, trying to fake out the keeper.
I’m 12; the ball’s at my feet. I’ve never played better. I slip past the defender and pick a target. Pain sears my calf as I’m taken down and a red card flies. Low and right, my teammate whispers. I lose myself and the ball clears the net. I play the remaining time near tears, my best performance overshadowed.
I’m 22; they’ve fouled again. John’s looking at me inquiringly. Mine, I announce. My legs weaken with each step towards the ball. My heart races, eyes stinging with sweat. Low, hard, and right I strike. The metal sings as the ball bounces off and into the net. The vibrations ring deep, a beautiful song.
Graeme Stewart is from Waterloo, ON.