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Shadows Of A Promise
I never understood how she got out every night. I kept the keys in my hands, and in the morning, they were still trapped, tightly in my fist, but the door was unlocked, and Grandma was gone. Every single night. As the sun struggled to rise from its slumber, I’d slowly count in my head,…
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Feliz Cumpleaños, Ol’ Brown Eyes
I stand above her cot,catching her eye as fading stars catch the first morning rays.She is so small,so minuscule that it is hard to believe she will be any bigger,but she blooms,and behind the cot,by the window,there she is again. Precocious brat in a princess dress,smiling, like she still believes it’s all up to her,and…
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An Ageing Tree Decides That She Doesn’t Care If She Is Ageing.
They told me that my leaves had fallen to the ground,and that all my fruit had gone with them too,rotting and writhing in the dirt,drowning in insecure tears from a tree who was mired by missiles since she was just a sapling. I stopped crying when I realised that my leaves would return,that my fruit…
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Jesus Christ’s Seventeenth Birthday
By the age of seventeen,Jesus had gotten sick of his Birthday.The cake was okay,and the presents had improved since the days of the stable,but every birthday took him closer to an impossible task,something he didn’t feel able to do. It’s a bit much to wake up on your birthday,and realise you’re supposed to save the…
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Old Women
My grandma told me once, that when you’re an old woman, you become invisible. Wandering the world, unseen, unheard, unnoticed. I’m surprised WASPI women didn’t turn to crime, to create new pensions for themselves, under their invisibility cloaks. The trouble is, the definition of an “old woman”, changes all the time, because there are so…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 