Always.
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.
Throw.
You see, Leo always throws Rock first.
That was twenty-three years ago. We are still playing. rps with my childhood friend
It is a conversation we never had to learn how to have.
It is not a game of chance.
We will play this game until one of us is gone. Not because we care who wins. But because Rock Paper Scissors, at its core, is a promise. It says: I am here. I am present. Show me what you have right now.