Category Archives: Derek Osborne

D-Day

Heroes are just people who didn’t have time to think things through, the old man said, declining, once more, to speak at the celebration.

© 2010 Derek Osborne

April Fool’s

If it starts, it’s yours, Tom’s mother said. I got up on the tractor. He popped the clutch. Oh Lord, she gasped, waving away the exhaust.

© 2010 Derek Osborne

2nd Grade

This has to be right, the boy said when he saw the big red circle. It has to. And why is that, the teacher asked. Because my mom did it.

© 2010 Derek Osborne

The Misfit

They work on their bikes more than ride them. He feels safe here. Outside the woods are falling asleep. Trying not to expect too much.

Fall’s his favorite, from the first time he dove through a pile of leaves and heard the rare sound of his mother’s laughter, and now this.

The girls are coming later. So what? he says. You know you like her, Mike adds. Common Oz, its okay to like her, Steve laughs. Isn’t it?

He loves the dirt bike’s elegance, loves that he can repair it.  If the shed were school he’d get A’s. No one there knows how to grade him.

The bike is finished, night birds soft on the radio. Wood stove, ember sounds, outside the wind, inside they talk. Could this be home?

Tomorrow they ride, ride the wind. Trails full of leaves, protecting.  Its fun to crash, laugh at death—teenagers—feeling as if he belongs.

You need a seat for two, she says. He looks at the gas tank, face on fire. I guess, he mumbles, gunning it for the fields, heart pounding.

Never saw the rock. Never saw the sky spinning, heaven and earth. Never heard her standing over him, sobbing, black umbrella in the rain.

© 2010 Derek Osborne

By the Hearth

Somewhere is an old barn with a holly wreath and lamppost holding a candle. Snow is falling; a wood fire burning. It’s Christmas. Peace.

© 2009 Derek Osborne