Roger - Carol Gano

“Send Roger over, Rover Red Rover, send Roger right over”

Stunned like a mullet, frozen on the spot, Roger couldn’t move – swayed with the wind, then toppled to the ground like a bishop in a chess set making an altogether unwise move.

“Not again” resounded in the recesses of his mind. “Not enough sleep,’

that arachnoid! Almost got my driver’s license this time, last thoughts. Then, blank screen. The spider caught him again.

So when he re-joined us, we all knew he’d be exhausted, mad at himself for being the centre of attention and yet, again leaving himself dangerously unconscious (among friends) but still ……

Heavens, had he had enough of this life? Had he hurled himself to the ground with the intention that it would be his – last bishop-impersonation? Was that too much blood on the ground?