Games Of Fools
ke lukewarm water, making you wonder if the sun had an off day. The sky was bleached, stretched pale with cotton clouds that didn't quite know whethe
color of sun-worn timber and dust, standing silent and loyal beside a large maize field. His shirt was linen, faded green with a tear on the sleeve, the buttons mismatched from years of repairs.
surface bore marks of both function and affection: knife scars, water rings, and sun bleached patches. On it sat a jug of freshly processed guava juic
gravelly and warm, "when ar
s skin was sun-baked, etched with the kind of wrinkles that only laughter, wisdom, and years on a tractor could carve.
left in the city for me. I couldn't even co
y, matter-of-fact. "Tha
ously
ust giving you an answer." Mr. Kirb
ed back, eyes drifting to the sky. "Anyway,
? I think if you stopped being a cruddy drunk, you might ac
ll over him, like wate
know what you're thinking. But alcohol won't take you anywhere, son. You'
oked at him. "S
our childhood friend's dad when he got drunk? Fell into a ditch last Thursday. Neighbor f
he wind lifted Jake'
tivational book I know. Nobody-not books, audios, videos, whatever-really motivates you much. Life and you, yourself, does. One da
He stared at the horizon, where the clouds had begun to part slightly, re
"I'm off. Look after the farm til
istency, Mr. Kirby still trusted him with the business. Jake
ding lazy cows, Jake, with his buddy Devin-a fellow farmworker an
smelled of sweat, sawdust, and spilled beer. A ceiling fan clunked overhead like it was counting its last dayft corner, right before a wide ceiling-to-floor glass wall t
with a moustache still ne
id, grinning. "T
ed, tugging off his jacket and h
Luka winked an
cked than usual," Devin
eople like moths to a flame. Pherr
t about all that and focus on drin
pty mug. "Now that'
rge mugs, foam spilling l
en they talked. And when Jak
, nothing comes. Then you drink so you stop feeling like a failure,
with that damn restaurant I barely see her. We l
hose little lemon
ly. "But she never has time to
ks. More
e was too far gone to ask names. Devin waved them in, and they joined the
ner, a thick-browed man n
arty's over. I ain't dragging
ickup truck like groceries and drive
ripe with liquor and regrets. His thoughts floated somewh
ure what he
thing ha
o