He stands next to me
on the subway every morning
with a cup of coffee
and an umbrella
even though it never rains.
He always whistles softly
under his breath;
a lyre in his throat
and heartbreak on his tongue,
but open his mouth
and there's only
the rain that never fell
yesterday.
And as we descend
into the tunnel,
the Underworld approaches.
Judgment looms
in every ripple of his coffee
with the rattle of the tracks
beneath us.
But too afraid to face
his Lord
he never steps off the train,
never to open his umbrella
and risk getting
caught in the wind.
So, he rides the subway
back and forth,
everyday,
with just a dollar fifty coffee
in his hand.
Author notes
Prompt: C
Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy.
--F. Scott Fitzgerald
A contest entry
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Comments
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Loved this.
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Very well done with a fine use of metaphor
Thank you so very much for entering this contest; I wish you the very best of luck!!!!
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this was a well done story I love coffee and spend money on it just have to get it.
I think the coffee symbolizes something else the use of weather the idea of the subway and being in New York or the city reminds me of a superhero like superman or spiderman or batman.
ths deserved the gold
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I like the imagery and visual metaphors. The flow is supurb and the mythology adds a nice depth to it, a nice beautiful scene, almost like a movie.
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perfect, that was superb. Very visual and surreal.
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