Blacksmith

Michelle Khouri – Arts and Culture Writer and Host of The Cultured Podcast

Blacksmith

Join Endless Beautiful and fire up the bellows and forge some creative steel with arts and culture writer and host of The Cultured Podcast, Michelle Khouri!

Michelle Khouri
 
Michelle Khouri is an arts and culture writer and the host of The Cultured Podcast, a weekly show that unearths intriguing perspectives in art, theatre, travel, design and literature while digging at the roots of what inspires us. Aside from her work as a storyteller, Michelle helps businesses bring their narratives to life as a branding and content development consultant.
 
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The Game

Three pieces. Your turn.

She flipped a strand of strawberry red hair out from here big brown eyes. As much as AJ hated to admit it, his sister had much cuter hair than his.

Three pieces. Hmmmm. There’s a sign outside of a church. On it is a shield, three words, the light is on and there’s a reflection even in the sunlight. Somewhere there is a boy wearing black pants riding a bicycle up the hill. He wishes summer wasn’t ending so soon.

Shoot said Kayle. AJ smiled as he brought his blue handkerchief up over his mouth to cover his laugh. He flipped his pieces. One, two, three. Dang.

There’s a baby, riding a surfboard. She’s eating a strawberry. Shoot. Kayle slammed her fist onto the table and the yellowed tiles hopped in unison.

AJ smiled and jumped in his seat.

Wait, said Kayle. There’s a big aluminum bomber, B-42. It starts dropping ducks with green and white heads out of the sky.

AJ smiled again. Nope.

Fine. Go stupid. AJ flipped his tiles. There were four this time. If she couldn’t get it, AJ would win the game. He brought his handkerchief over his mouth again. He was smiling, but his stomach was tight. He wasn’t sure if Kayle could see that. He bet she could. Sisters had weird senses like that.

Kayle looked at the yellow tiles.

There’s a boy and a girl playing a game. In the forest. On a red cedar table. There’s a man mowing the lawn two hills away from them, past an old stone wall from the old times, but the sound still carries that far. The mosquitos are bad this year. The girl can feel them filling up on the back of her calves, but she doesn’t care.

Light comes down through the trees and illuminates a dark spot of charcoal on the forest floor. There had been a fire there. You can still smell it if you linger long enough.

The boy and girl, they are brother and sister you know, they rode their bikes out to that spot with the red cedar table. The girl pumped up the boy’s tire because he was too afraid to do it. He said it might blow up in his face. Then he made the girl promise not to tell his friends.

AJ pulled his blue handkerchief below his chin. Okay, your turn. You got lucky.

Kayle smiled and pulled her tiles.