Archive October 2011

A heap of filthy rags 0

Dear Bradshaw,

Carol and I hadn’t seen each other in eight years. She had recently married and was coming to Rome with her husband and mother-in-law.

Francesca and I arrived early to the restaurant, so I waited outside as she went inside to check on our reservations. While I was standing by the door, glancing up and down the street, a man in a wheelchair waved me over. He was dressed in a heap of filthy rags with his right leg exposed, revealing a purplish knob of flesh where his knee should have been. He had long, shaggy hair like a lion’s mane and his beard exploded from his face like a war of electric wires. I expected weeds to sprout up all over him any second. continue reading »

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