Focus. Hold the line on the periphery. Fade in, fade out, gently click, clack. Click clack. Click, “Labansky!” My Grandmother’s maiden name. Not German, not Irish – Kicked around the schoolyard.
“It’s Labanz. Alsace Lorraine – it’s not Polish.” That’s what all the Nazis say – Alsace Lorraine. To deny is fiction. Click, clack, click, clack. Pump with torpedo heel, click, clack, scratch. Tension between heel and wet sand. Walking on cats’ tongues. Brace yourself. Gently, in the distance, wrapped in wool. Hands buried deep, shoulders, hands, feet. Fade out. Wet cold bricks hold the line – beautifully.
