A huge thank you to the wonderful Reasons to Be Cheerful for sharing my piece Rainbow Washing Lines about this wild time during the pandemic. You can read an excerpt here.
Tears begin to prickle on my cheeks. I try to blink them away. I look at the rheumy eyes reflected back to me in the kitchen window. I don’t recognise myself anymore. The wide-eyed wonder and glimmer of opportunity that danced across my face when we first arrived here in this new country has been worn away with worry lines and a forehead that has been rubbed so many times, it’s now shiny but not in a sparkly kind of way.
Tidelines. A short story about memory and moments in time...
My feet slow. The anticipation of this moment marred with the reality. It was supposed to be a homecoming of sorts.Yet it’s as if my limbs can already sense what’s coming, they skit, slide, falter.
Fuse the fibres back together,
Of heartstrings that have been stretched,
All elasticity loosened.
The space between,