Entries By jayar
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savage
There was something savage in the way she swung the pot of paint, thick ropes of red gloss rolling down heavily over silk evening dresses, fur coats and into the shoes beneath.
Posted By jayar On 01.10.2012 @ 6:05 am
lilies
My mother couldn’t abide lilies. Funerial she said. So for her coffin we brought freesias which she loved and whose heavenly perfume she could not smell.
Posted By jayar On 01.09.2012 @ 4:15 am
apron
She wore an apron instead of a coat now. Returning from the shops with odd slippers on, negotiating the towers of newspapers that mapped her house, and never noticing the smell.
Posted By jayar On 01.06.2012 @ 1:24 am
trunk
Like a slap to the face, the jolt of seeing him made her face flush red. No arms, no legs, just a rectangular slab of body that he waddled with like a seal along the side of the pool before tipping himself in.
Posted By jayar On 01.04.2012 @ 1:35 am
gown
She would never have worn that colour. Candy pink satin, cheap and too shiney. Her face was cold, appalled, as she lay like the last fussy chocolate that nobody wanted to unwrap.
Posted By jayar On 12.11.2011 @ 11:46 pm
