
Fragment of Sunlight and Shadow
I am
throwing out the old jars
invertebrates
dead stuff
tentacles in formaldehyde
bleached octopus
the sack of unmatched socks under the bed
pressed flower
baby teeth and hair clippings
dusting high shelves
with sugar soap and grit
resentments and past hurts
the day you said that thing
I am
wading out
into deep water
cold afraid
the beauty of pebbles
of toes
the caress of speckled fin
pulsing alive
I am
Miranda Lewis 2020
Welcome to Friday Fiction where I seem to be bending those rules yet again – although this definitely weighs in under 100 words and does have a beginning, middle and end (of sorts). Thanks as always to our host Rochelle who keeps going through thunder storm and pandemic, whilst presidents come and (hopefully) go. And thanks also to Sarah Potter for this week’s photo. Stay home, stay safe and tour the world from the comfort of your own sofa right here.
Thanks to all visitors and especially to those who stay to comment.
Miranda