Showing posts with label debris. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 9, 2017

The Paint has Dried all Blue

9th Nov 2017



Prompt from six sentence stories :

Baked

The Paint has Dried all Blue

Lily fell backwards and turned her face away to avoid the hot air as she opened the oven door.
"Be careful," called her father from the living room where he sat, surrounded by papers, old photos and  plates and cups with food congealed hard into them.
She carried the tray with a tea towel, stepping between all the debris and stood in front of him, her fair hair falling in wispy waves down her red face.
"Look dad, the paint has dried all blue," she frowned as put the figures that she'd baked on the floor in front of him and knelt beside them.
"They're lovely, hun and mum would be so proud of you carrying on her tradition," he stroked her head with one hand whilst wiping away a tear with the other.
Lily's mum had died of cancer eight months before at the age of thirty seven and Lily struggled to do everything she thought her mother would have liked , including making crib figures out of salt dough, which was an activity they normally did together.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Beijing

Beijing

After breakfast at the Hotel Continental,
The orange juice cool, pure,
We venture out,
Arm in arm-
For safety-
Into bustling, dusty, streets.
A tsunami of noise hits us,
Makes us draw back.
Traffic - six lanes-
Hooting horns screeching-
Engines revving-
Making music with 
Constant tinkling of bells 
From the bikes 
As they weave through 
Disinterested people,
Who, like squawking seagulls,
Swarm along overflowing pavements.

First impressions of Beijing...

Like debris we are swept unwillingly
In this fast flowing river.
We look up
High rise, anonymous
Dirty, grey structures,
Imprison ants 
Whose hope is 
A fleck of blue
Remembered.
Beside us as we hurry by,
Shops selling 
Tea, fans, chinese hats,
Beckon us,
Aromatic bouquets excite our nostrils.
Finally,
In a side street,
We take a rest,
In a Japanese Cafe.
They tell us:
"Don't eat the food here,
It's mostly dog"
We sip a beer 
And ponder
How we'll get back to the hotel.