two stones and submissions

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two stones and submissions

Yesterday’s small stone:

My hot feet stick to the cool smooth floor boards – by daylight streaky and pale, like caramel cooling, but now they’re grey in shadow and yellow in the street light and everything is silent except for my clammy feet padding a careful route around the toy fire engine and trains.

Today’s small stone:

I press my thumb nail in beside the stalk and the orange spits at me – its final assault. Its peel is sticky and glossy, like kitchen linoleum. This festive scent clings to my fingernails. The white centre rind resists for a moment like a single hair tugged from its follicle. Each segment comes away between my teeth, whole and safe, and then splits, juices spilling, thirst quenching.

Obviously, I’m feeling much better – eating a bit more normally and drinking the flat champomy (sparkling apple juice) from New Years, which is full of sugar and bound to perk me up a bit.

Lying on the sofa with a book, entirely devoid of perk, has its appeal, of course. But I’ve two children. And there are a number of literary magazines calling for mid January submissions and I’ve a handful of poems to sort/edit/cull before scouring my prose for something that stands alone… so I’ll take all the perk I can get, thankyouverymuch.

The coffee is cooking in its pot, all ready for when the champomy is finished.



January 4, 2013 at 6:35 pm

I know about stepping around small firetrucks and trains…only they are from the visiting grandson.
Nice to find new faces writing for the Mindful prompt. Good luck with your writing!


    January 6, 2013 at 10:55 pm

    Thanks! Good luck to you as well.