Skeets of Bannerman Park
Female Skeet With The Court-Ordered Ankle Bracelet.
ST JOHN’S, NL – She didn’t get the bracelet on her right ankle from a jewelry store. It wasn’t a fashion statement piece of jewellery. It is the kind of bracelet you get from the provincial court. She wasn’t emaciated skinny, but she was opiate thin. She was wearing shorts and a loose top and she walked from the snack bar to her blanket on the grass by the gazebo bouncing to the rock music coming from the speakers on the nearby light poles.
One of her upper arms was tattooed, and she shook her sort of blond hair to the music. A male skeet in a Batman t-shirt was sitting next to her blanket. It looked like he was smoking her cigarettes until there was an argument. . .something about $35. He left and she gathered up her things and then like a person you’re pleased to share the park with she picked up the plastic bottles and little cardboard food packaging next to her blanket and took them over to a snack bar three-bin trash container, dropped them in, then disappeared around the corner to use the bathroom. Then she re-appeared and walked towards Military Road. She didn’t have a serene look on her face. She looked kind of mad about something. Maybe she was remembering how young she was when she discovered she’d been dealt a shitty hand.
The Skeet With A Black Cane
He always walks slowly and as he slowly walks he slowly twirls a black cane like drum major in a marching band’s baton. He wears a knapsack, clothes that are too warm for a warm day, and a hat. And he walks in kind of glide-like motion slowly, rhythmically twirling the black cane in front of him as he walks. And he never hurries up or slows down and he never twirls the cane faster or slower. He is like a toy you plug in that always runs quietly at the same speed. Odds are they know his name at the community kitchen in the neighborhood shelter.
