Calvarium 3

Three players, all brothers, familial resemblance in their eyes, the curve bones of their faces, halo-ed hair, lean in.  All intent on winning the game of choosing–rock! paper! scissors! Shoot!! The mantra, the litany, the eventual victor, unaware of what can be broken with all these ordinary things.

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