Rps With My Childhood Friend Info

Leo’s Rock will always be there, waiting for my Paper. And my Paper will sometimes choose to be Scissors, just to keep him honest.

That was twenty-three years ago. We are still playing.

Last month, I flew back to our hometown. His dad had passed. We stood in the same driveway, now cracked and weed-choked, both of us carrying the slight softness of our mid-thirties. The silence was heavy. rps with my childhood friend

And for the first time all day, he smiled.

We didn’t say “best two out of three.” We didn’t need to. We pumped our fists once. Twice. On three, we threw. Leo’s Rock will always be there, waiting for my Paper

He threw Rock. I threw Scissors.

Every throw is a sentence. Rock says, I am stubborn. I am inertia. I will not change. Paper says, I see you. I will cover you. I am the patient answer. Scissors says, I am chaos. I cut through the nonsense. We are still playing

I held up a fist.