Samuel Magee & Rings One Two Three
Sunday, January 27th, 2002. 3:38pm. Tagged .logan phillips 27enero2002 (from /content/images/escribir/sammagee.jpg” width=”446″ height=”293″ alt=”Sam Magee” title=”photo: logan phillips”>
But when the caboose called out “See y’all at the circus,” Sam’s little hands found his pockets. He knew there would be no extra nickels or dimes for his parents to find for such a thing.
But even when the school day was over and the show had begun, young Sam didn’t lament he was on the wrong side of the tent. The things he had seen last night by the tracks had been amazing for Sam, and he had seen more than every other kid, because for him, the train passed slower. And that was his own free show.
Now little Sam couldn’t tell you if you asked him why, but I know it has something to do with how much you expect; waiting for something else to enjoy as the show passes you by on the tracks. Because you see, the little sips are the very best taste of the soup if you’re not waiting to gulp.
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Categories: short prose
