The Namecard Guillotine

He took up the little plastic tubes

and pulled them in almost-opposite directions

which was slowly at first

because his eyes crunched under the sunlight

The namecard, itself coated in plastic, rumbled awake

and the tubes pulled harder to raise it

even more

In this, his pressed pads, forefinger and thumb, forefinger and thumb

succeeded

the namecard drew up

cautiously approaching

Still the card steadied itself with the

assistance of fingers

unsure of the next step

although the boy lay on a stone bench that

was in some way not quite

stable

Not that the string stopped sending tubes

outwards Not that the boy stopped

Now the card jutted outwards

the boy was sure, quite sure

The strings separated with style, easier

still than seconds before

the bench rocked

the platform balked

at such newfound speed

And the namecard apparently hailed from a 

reasoning oil drum for the plastic

plus a straight

talking

tree, for that paper

closer to the boy the boy wanted it so bad the boy the boy the

card

the

guillotine came crashing throughout

and a few spectators cheered gruesomely

while the executioner smiled, sight, pulled the rope for a light new murder

Author's Note

Imagine pulling the strings, tightly, of a necklace namecard.
Written the week of 17 June through 24 June.
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