Mrs Midas Flashcards
The kitchen…
The kitchen filled with the smell of itself, relaxed, its steamy breath.
And it…
And it sat in his palm, like a lightbulb. On. I thought to myself, as he putting fairy lights in the tree?
The look…
The look on his face was strange, wild, vain. I said, what in the name of God is going on? He started to laugh.
I locked…
I locked the cat in the cellar. I moved the phone. The toilet I didn’t mind. I couldn’t believe my ears:
How he…
How he had a wish. Look, we all have wishes; granted. But who has wishes granted? Him.
You see…
You see, we were passionate then, in those halcyon days; unwrapping each other, rapidly, like presents, fast food. But now I feared his honeyed embrace, the kiss that would turn my lips to a work of art.
That night…
That night, I dreamt I bore his child, his perfect ore limbs, his little tongue like a precious latch, it’s Amber eyes holding their pupils like flies.
