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He stretches it up from the pushchair; tiny and perfect with bright pink fingertips. Fingers splayed, he reaches for Mummy. She enfolds his in her own. Safety, warmth and comfort on a crowded bus.
Thick green leaves with red veins like arteries. A red stalk leading down to black, bulbous heads. Pulled from the earth and deposited here, they shed soil onto the cardboard beneath them. Inside dwells sweet red flesh, and juice which … Continue reading
Flashes of red appear as its bellows sigh in and out like lungs. Deft fingers traverse its keys. The music seems too polyphonic to come from its slight frame. Musician and instrument meld together, the one providing breath for the … Continue reading
Obviously well used to being petted, she looks up at me with her small eyes, her long woolly fringe hanging like dreadlocks. I stroke and scratch her tightly curled head, feeling the lanolin slippery on my fingers.