and spoke disarmingly good English,
but you learned to trust your instinct
in this place
and guard against the plausible ones,
the bonhomie, the friendly air
and just for a moment you were
taken in
until he removed his T-shirt
to reveal a chest carefully
crossed-hatched with welted scars:
a chequer board
by his own hand. A preening display
of self harming bravado that gave light
to the glint in his eye. ‘Game of chess?’
he offered.
John H Davies
21st June 2011
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