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The men assembled in a semi-circle of steel folding chairs beneath a single row of blinking fluorescence. Before them was a shallow concrete pit, and around them, darkness, in this dim basement lounge. The crowd was anxious for something new.

At the center of the cockpit, an announcer appeared with a burlap bag over each shoulder.

Are we ready? he shouted out to the men.

A fat man cheered. A lethargic one opened his eyes, wondering what fetish fantasy would come alive here. He hoped his favorite rooster would fight tonight.

Did I promise you something new? beckoned the announcer, wiping a bit of spit from his chin.

The announcer lowered his bags and deposited two four-year old boys to the cockpit.

May the fighting begin, he said.

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The following comments are for "cockpit"
by gogolism

gogolism, you surprised me. You write well and concisely when needed.

Finishing this piece is an ending that stands on an equal footing with the longer "Harlequin". Somehow, you have succeeded in touching the bloodlust in each of us yet, objectively, they're little boys, innocents, strangers, even to each other.

( Posted by: dfortyseven [Member] On: April 6, 2005 )

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