OneMoreMarine

The boy paused his left palm still, open at a downward arc's destination, the release: the remains of watercolor easter eggs slowly spread like spilled maple syrup or fresh liquid latex. Two young eyes can appreciate broad flows of melted taffy glazing the floor with sober sweetness. Any other boy would wail in guilty agony, like his brother when fractured slivers of a glass elephant mingled with dimes and nickels at his more mature feet, the tempting desire long forgotten. Lips pursed by curiosity, this boy remained absorbed as the puddles pooled up the walls, evicting double curls of bleating termites from the ch