Monthly Archives: November 2013
Dark, bubbling red juices seep around the edges. The baked brown topping loosens as the spoon slides in. Its sweet crumbliness joins the sharp berries in a warming taste explosion on a cold winter’s night.
She shakes our hands nervously and sits down, deftly smoothing her purple dress. A barrage of questions follows; small, spidery writing taking down the answers. She finally pronounces on the case – more tests and scans, more waiting.
It shines through skeletal leaves. Tinged pink and orange, they glow like Christmas lights. An early morning light show penetrates the frost.
It stretches out its branches against the frosty winter sky. At the end of each, there hangs a bundle of dropping leaves; dry-brown tears mourning the end of Autumn.
They haven’t seen each other for some time. Immediately, the happy chatter begins. Their laughter tinkles like the music they have come to make.
The spoon pierces its thin crust, delving into the pool of thick, dark brown sauce within. An hour’s work is gone in moments, too sweet and sticky to resist.
High on the crest of a hill, the dusky sun catches it, turning the trees into burning fire-brands. Colours flash as the breeze catches them. Red, yellow, brown, gold; each one flickering in its own spotlight.
He feels her stomach, pressing his long fingers deep into her soft fur. All the while he coos softly, then strokes her for a while. Suddenly, he inserts the needle expertly, in and out in one swift movement.