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
“Careful.” My wife points at our white tortoiseshell vase. “I sense you’ll break one soon.” I tiptoe down the hall past it, mockingly slow. Her tweezed brows drop. “Sorry.” I raise my hands and hit our painting: her painting of the vase. It crashes down, frame snapping, canvas tearing. I grit my teeth. Afterword The
Having escaped the chopping board, chilli seeds lay scattered amongst bottles of rice vinegar, rice wine, tamari and honey. I hold out a spoon of sauce. ‘Too sweet?’ Peter closes his mouth around it. Then his lips burst open, and he grabs a glass. ‘Too hot?’ Smiling, I dab my eye. The burn! Afterword The
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