Monthly Archives: September 2013
They hide inside a steamed-up greenhouse, only releasing their sharp scent when the door opens. Plump green tomatoes, waiting to ripen. Bursting red ones, ready to be picked. I twist one off and pop it in my mouth.
He sits on his mother’s lap, facing out. Gazing around the room, fascinated, he fixates on a toy in the middle of the floor. As she rocks him from side to side, his head moves too, snaking in time with … Continue reading
Yellow and brown, it looks soft as silk. Carefully harnessed by a lead, it scurries busily along the shopping street, following scents and looking for food. Its owner follows, burly belly just showing beneath a bulging t-shirt.
Suddenly, its dimensions are clear. Viewed with new eyes, it appears bigger and lighter. Emptied of its clutter, it is now full of possibilities.
Beautiful bramleys, round and squat, dimpled at the stalk. Bright green, waxy skin and crisp flesh. Their bitter juice oozes and drips as I cut them. Brown lines appear as the air hits the delicate whiteness inside. I drop them … Continue reading
She stands in the queue with her two daughters, a look of frustration on her face. Her children pester her for the brightly coloured goods placed at their height. A world of temptation designed for them, which simply exasperates her.
A round wooden table holds a Christmas magazine from two years ago. Names are called by smiling nurses, anxious to put you at your ease. A tang of nervous energy, feet shuffling, plastic-padded chairs creaking.
It begins to darken from the horizon, like a thick, black quilt. Wispy clouds graze it with flaming orange-pink scratches. Trees are silhouetted against its fading brightness. The early autumn dusk has come to soon, a beautiful reminder that winter … Continue reading
His white shirt is tucked into his beige trousers. His grey hair blows across his pate in the chill breeze. He tends to his border with a garden fork, industrious and undefeated by age.