It's Still Life

A Stream of Consciousness While (Listening to Radio 2 Segment: Hiking in Scotland)

Butter’s singing and the frying pan is hot. (raised outside)  Turn cubes of stale sourdough with a fork when golden, turn and turn again. Turn – (she’s in great shape) left and right, if left, I mean right, think … which hand do I hold a pen, right (silly) right, I’m a leftie turned right handed. Still use scissors with my left, left foot dominate, haven’t kicked anyone since the 3rd grade. (a million gnats) I loved halloween at school when I was that age. Dunking for apples. (matter of fact) Big fat red wax lips that tasted like wax but smelled like cherries. Cherry stones – I must find a plastic drinking straw – can’t find one since they’re banned. Cherry stones pop right out (that’s the perception at least) when you push a plastic straw through the cherry. Pie. Blackberry pie. Oops. Have they burnt? Turn your back and (limping for life) things burn. No, they are a lovely deep colour of amber (sunny contentment). Like that beer I had last weekend. Zero alcohol. Piss, I’m told. Doesn’t taste like piss at all … never tasted piss, so yeah maybe so. Fork bread into croutons. (that’s the perception at least ).

266 words/reading time less than 1 minute. Phrases in italics are what seeped through from the radio. Written for Linda’s Stream of Consciousness including the word fork. 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.