oscar’s fourteenth chapter: vividity.
November 16, 2012 § 3 Comments
On the sidewalk on the north side of the street, someone had dumped or spilled a basket of berries: red, blue, orange, green, and violet. On the sidewalk on the south side of the street, someone had dropped hundreds of fake fingernails: red, orange, crimson, pink, teal, midnight hickey on the top side but all white underneath. Then, in the middle of the street Oscar found, balancing on its edge, a penny, bright and shiny except where crumbs from a pimento cheese sandwich and mequite-flavored barbecued potato chips clung to Lincoln’s beard.
This all seemed so beautiful and natural to Oscar because… Oscar was in love.