As I strolled through the streets of Washington, DC, I came across this amazing sculpture, although to call it simply a sculpture or statue was to short-change the artist.
Before my eyes (and the lens of my camera) a small scene played out despite the participants’ inanimacy.
(Yes, I make words up. I’m a writer, it’s what I do. Same relationship as intimate to intimacy.)
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- Ummm. Pawn to King’s bishop… No.
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- Would you move, already?!
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- Don’t rush me. I’m thinking.
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- If you adjust your seat one more time…
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- Fine! Pawn to Queen’s…
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- I’m gonna throw this at you!
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- What?!
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- That’s my pawn!
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- Fine! Pawn to…
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- I hate you.
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