Degrees of Deception

Degrees of Deception

Exhausting day, a country drive through starlit night, celestial calm. Returning to the family farm, his eyelids droop; a lad of five. He drifts away, a formless heap, spreadeagled on the car’s backseat.  Conceives a plan, a child’s deceit: when home, pretend to be asleep. The beating tyres a lullaby, the boy’s fatigue observed, unsaid. Strong arms will lift him to his bed, embrace of love, a dozing sigh. Uncomplicated boyhood scheme, before the guile of dirt...

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