As he opened the lid, a billowing cloud of steam burst from the rice cooker. He lowered in a spoon and pushed around the sticky, soggy grains. “Honey, did you make congee?” “No.” Her voice came from the bedroom. “How much water did you add?” “How thin is the ice you’re standing on?” Afterword The […]
“Nice ink.” The man in line behind me nodded to my tattoo, a lock of his dark hair falling over his brow. “Hieroglyphics?” “Cuneiform.” He leant closer and waited out the grinding of coffee. “What does it mean?” “Ignorance isn’t bliss, it’s just ignorance.” It didn’t say that. Maybe my next one should. Afterword The
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Lions lounged in the shade, panting. I threaded through the crowd of glistening bodies, protective of my cornetto. A zookeeper entered the enclosure, bucket in hand. “Unlike you, lions have few sweat glands. Thus, shade, panting, rest and… frozen bloodsicles. Would anyone like one?” Enough to turn me off my cornetto, well, almost. Afterword The mission was to
Autumn leaves float down the Seine and crunch under the tyres of my bike. I whip by a pair of women in gorgeous hobble skirts. My knees rise and fall, unrestricted. Trousers sheath my legs, as only they do while riding. An exception to the law, but not to fashion: not my trousers. Afterword The
He ran two fingers along the side of the plush purple top hat. Luxurious, smooth velvet slipped by, darkening as he changed the orientation of the fibres. $9.99 down to 99c. What a steal! Someone knocked into him from behind. No apology. The only thing madder than the prices were the sale-grabbing shoppers. Afterword The
