Thursday, October 02, 2008

Boguslaw's Colossal Brain

Boguslaw lived in a one-room bedsit in a two bedsit house. He was the person you went to if you had a question. Boguslaw had a colossal brain, so colossal was his brain that it barely fit under his red redcap, which he wore morning, noon and night. The man in the hat met Boguslaw at Ships Day, 1978. A flock of crows landed skidding onto the gangplank of the flotilla, a yellow-eyed crow pecking at the first mate’s eyes, blood splashing onto the foremast. Boguslaw sped to the first mate’s aid, the crows scattering at his approach. The man in the hat watched from behind a statue of Bishop Berkeley, the Bishop’s thumb catching a thread in his overcoat.

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