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| Photo credit: Alvimann |
The
window is black and bare, chocolate brown curtains shoved to the
sides. Before the window, laying plain on a blue plate on the bare
grey table lies the high spot of the day. Chips, beautiful golden
yellow and full of innocent promise like a freshly boiled egg. I pick
one up, a thick chip, the edge is highlighted in a single line,
suntanned crispy and brown. The heat permeates my fingers, the edges
crisp and hot against my chapped lips. The inside yields soft creamy
starch. Something missing....? Cold tomato ketchup spurts easily out
of the plastic bottle, transforming golden chips into candy cane
brightness.
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This is part of the small stones writing challenge - run by the lovely Satya Robin. I met Satya at an Arvon foundation writing course some years ago. I remember her kindness. Just simple things, really. Those little details make all the difference.
Image source: http://www.morguefile.com
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