The Third Pillar

The twins nodded solemnly.

Evan Dixon, the town’s librarian, stepped forward.

“Bullshit!” he roared, “You guys probably got drunk at home and fell of the stoep!”.

The bar exploded with noise as everyone started shouting at the same time. At some point the vinyl player found its voice and Willie Nelson pined for all the girls he had loved before. Nobody paid any further attention to the Van Rooyen twins. Perhaps in their hearts everyone felt uncomfortable with their exploits. Perhaps they sensed that in 1986, the Third Pillar was far too weak to carry the weight of men with adventure in their hearts.




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