Monthly Archives: March 2013
A boy sits backwards on a café chair, waiting for his Dad to bring refreshments. His arms are folded on top of its straight back, his chin resting grumpily on them. He wears a green sweatshirt with the hood up. … Continue reading
The family gather at our dining table. Its rickety, wooden everyday-ness is transformed. Love and laughter bloom, and food is shared. Spring is here, despite the cold outside.
We make a cake, something we always do when we’re together. As we weigh, mix and bake, we talk of past, present and future. She is still the only person who can make me laugh so much it hurts.
At first, they look like flies, chasing each other around in the early morning sun. Then I realise they’re falling, not flying. Tiny snowflakes, lost in a place where they cannot settle, melting away as fast as they appear.
They race their toy cars down a grassy slope. Again and again, tussocks of grass stop the cars dead, stalling the game. Eventually the boy, frustrated, kicks his toy, which flies unnaturally to the pavement. He claps his hands and … Continue reading
Curled in a ball, one front paw under her head and one stretched carelessly over my stomach. Eyes blissfully closed, she revels in my stroking. She is settled in for the evening; any movement will be taken as a great … Continue reading
Front cover opened and pages flicked back, the first chapter is revealed. The paper is creamy and soft between my fingers. The first paragraph beckons me in. I start to read and am swept away into another world.