Monthly Archives: June 2013
It floats delicately away from over-excited children. Each colour it passes is contained within its barely visible sphere. Dark green hedge, pale blue sky and white, bubbling clouds.
Tiny, bright blue and welcoming. A long, curved plastic dome covers it, letting in light and air where necessary. I float serenely on its surface, looking up at the sun. I dream of summers past, floating under a French sky.
Home-made, I place them lovingly into a box; a gift for supportive friends. As I pack them in with paper towels, I think of the pleasure they will bring and I am happy.
Bright pink and high-heeled. A frivolity beneath the formal clothing and white coat. The stark hospital surroundings make them stand out, much loved and lived in, against the grey plastic floor.
He crosses the road jauntily, bunches of keys hanging from his pockets on both sides. As he reaches the opposite pavement, he slings a long necklace of keys noisily round his shoulders. A man with responsibility, carefree on a summer’s … Continue reading
The miraculous mixing of fat and icing sugar, it appears in the bowl as the beaters turn. A thick, swirling, rush of delicious sweetness.
The only surviving flowers from a beautiful bouquet. They glow, pink and perfect. Petals spiralling into a delicate centre, each one is unique, its scent rising with every brush or sniff.
It starts out white as a bowl of cream. The machine adds colours – blue, yellow, green, red. Each in exact quantities, calculated to the last millilitre. As it mixes, the perfect blue emerges like magic.
They burst through the fence, rushing towards light and air. Spindly shoots extended, bright pink flowers drinking in the sun.
She smiles as she puts my goods through the scanner, striking up a cheerful conversation. I immediately smile back, my day brightened by her sunny friendliness.