The Yard of Bricks

Pace Lap

A White Leghorn rooster in a vintage ivory racing suit with navy stripe and aviator goggles perched on his head, standing alone on an empty oval racetrack at golden dawn, a strip of old red bricks at his feet, massive empty grandstands rising behind him in warm bokeh

The suit had been pressed since Thursday — discipline, or the quiet anxiety of a man who takes ceremony personally. The track held its breath. He had learned long ago that the fastest thing in any room is the moment just before it starts.

24 May 2026

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