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The odd codgers
For Craig's : Blue cheese and old pickles contest
15.03.2025
In the background the Ukraine War and Europe’s dilemma whether to rearm to defend itself or go to the table to discuss a peace treaty.
The odd codgers
They sit together in the shadows of the baroque church, two relics biding time, perusing current affairs. An old, furrowed face, showing the effects of blood thinners, speaks with a brashness no one asks for. His opinion cuts through the air, sharp and impertinent, daring the timorous to abscond. He braves rivalry and buildups excite him. Beside him a tired veteran, with flushed cheeks and red nose, rambles on about summers long gone when he was still a cucumber. He speaks of conservation, his acridity, softened by years in brine. He advocates for caution as he remembers the sour embrace of his own memory.
They represent a strange science of age and defiance. Incompatible, of course, however in their solitude, they have grown bolder. They both believe in time’s power to change, to whittle into something unknown yet memorable. A reminder that some things are not meant to be simple.
mature essences –
silent whispers of the past—
bitter sweetness blooms.
Copyright ©
Sean Kibble
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