Perhaps, somewhere, a few noteworthy players have regathered.
The front door eases open and the table lights flicker on. You smile, recognizing that warm halo-glow.
A well-conditioned brush caresses the cloth. Pool balls glisten. The rack is tight and true.
A cue is screwed together here, a tip is being chalked over there. Those familiar click-clack sounds echo from table to table.
The bets are argued. The odds debated. The spots disputed. A mark is steered toward a table in the back where lemonade is freely dispensed.
Laughter is rippling around the room.
This face is younger. That posture straighter. This eyesight sharper. That stroke smoother.
Perhaps.
The front door eases open and the table lights flicker on. You smile, recognizing that warm halo-glow.
A well-conditioned brush caresses the cloth. Pool balls glisten. The rack is tight and true.
A cue is screwed together here, a tip is being chalked over there. Those familiar click-clack sounds echo from table to table.
The bets are argued. The odds debated. The spots disputed. A mark is steered toward a table in the back where lemonade is freely dispensed.
Laughter is rippling around the room.
This face is younger. That posture straighter. This eyesight sharper. That stroke smoother.
Perhaps.
