Friday, August 21, 2009

Cucumber, after work and fascinator.

1. I pick my first cucumber. When I slice it, a halo of silver dew drops appears around its circumference.

2. A friend calls wondering if I'm still looking for work. I say 'yes' (a bit too quickly) to her offer of a day's proofreading.

3. My mother has bought a feathery fascinator to wear at our wedding, and so pleased with herself that she's refusing to take it off.

Workshop, documentary and end.

1. Word have not been easy recently. When they do come, they seem unsettled and easily startled, like wild birds that have lost trust. Never...