Ordinary Fruit
I was insufficiently abused as a child. The bud of my genius never received the pathological stimulation it needed to blossom, set, and bear extraordinary, savage fruit. I have but the fact I was a Wednesday child and consequently full of woe. But woe without abrading trauma yields but sad little figs, barely bellied, of insufficient sour or sweet to linger long in epicurean memory.
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Prompted by Chris Okum's "Bassinet".
Other stories by Gary Hardaway
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I like this non-drama.*
Oh, pshaw! Heaven help us had you BEEN abused! *
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" sad little figs, barely bellied, of insufficient sour or sweet"
Goodness. *
Been on the road a lot with little time to read. But now, this. Maybe little abuse worked after all. Nice stuff.
Yessir. I can identify with this one. Three squares a day and a room of my own. Tht's my story. *
Hahaha! I finally see. Love.
This sparkles, wryly.*