Writing Challenge for WOLF PUBLISHING.
We meet in a Bulls Red garden,
I present him my crimson whole,
He takes it happily and put it aside,
We talk for few hours heartily.
When the time comes to leave,
He lights a cigarette and
Tearing the whole eventually,
I see him burning my pieces
with that cigarette,
I ask what is he doing. Says,
”This is just a piece of paper
I do not have space to keep.”
Before going; he squeezes my ashes
With his shoe.