Bread (that was once fresh)
Spread (that contains the memory of butter and/or olive oil)
Apple (taken from beneath someone else’s tree)
Prepare before work
then at lunch eat as quickly as you can.
Try not to think
about anything at all
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Notes:
1. Written July 22nd, 2023
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It was always blank, the very last page of a book. Tina found this almost incomprehensibly sad. She always had. She always will. The sort of sadness that if you tried to explain it would simply dissipate away as soon as it left your lips, like your breath in winter. The sort of sadness that if you tried to alleviate it by filling all that emptiness in with words of your own would only get worse and worse until you could not look.
So she treasured it for herself. Her own secret sadness. It was nice knowing it was there. She could look at it whenever she wanted to. Look away when she’d had enough.
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Notes:
1. Written on January 1st, 2022
2. This is the last chapter of the pointlessly palindromic sequence started here.
3. 30 odd tales ago.
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Notes:
1. Made on 9th April, 2022
__________There was a football in the river
floating away
towards the sea
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Notes:
1. Written on April 5th, 2022
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“Mum! Mum! The eggs hatched!”
“The eggs?” Agnes said.
“The eggs at school!”
“They were in an incubator!” The way Ethel said this she made it sound like four separate words rather than one whole one – ‘ink you bay tor’.
“There were three chicks!”
“And two ducks!”
“And an alligator!”
“And a shark!”
“There wasn’t a shark?!” Agnes said.
“There was!”
“It drowned!”
“But in the air!”
“It was so sad!”
“It wasn’t that sad,” said Claire.
“It was.”
“It really was.”
“It was the saddest thing ever.”
“It does sound quite sad.”,” Agnes said.
“It wasn’t sad at all,” Claire insisted.
She looked out the window at the graves in the garden. She couldn’t understand why she wanted to cry.
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Notes:
1. Written on the 7th and 8th of May, 2021
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