It's Still Life

A friend said to me this morning, Go out for lunch – somewhere with wood and leather … and something else that I can’t remember because I was suddenly drowning in the scent of wood and leather. And I replied with something about a leather jacket and a lumber yard and a packed lunch, but truth be known I was in a spin of scents and memories of a cafe where Twin Peaks was filmed, where we used to have lunch when I was a child. And I remember there was a small juke box fastened to the wall at every red-leather-booth where you could listen to music of your choice whilst waiting for your buckwheat pancakes or your warm cinnamon roll or Dad’s that’s-damned-good-coffee. And someone else just asked me what’s the difference between a dream and a memory and fiction, and I’m not sure that there is one because I often dream of that memory … sitting in that cafe with Dad, watching the river on the other side of the road slowly push its way westward, and oddly Mum and my sister are never in that memory, or maybe it is a dream, because in my recollection it was my place with Dad, even though Mum and my sister where there, too. And about that town – it was renown for its witches, but that was a secret.

Mum wore red lipstick
It’s named after an man-eating animal
My thoughts expand like water

Haibun written for Miz Quickly’s Secret prompt, which I’ve altered because my brain went elsewhere this morning. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.