short story practice, feb 2022 /
he had always been gifted at sports of all kinds /
one day the woman awoke
we are drunk for the first time
in the foothills
of cadair idris
fresh out of school where for five years they called us lemons
the woman remembered
the swivel of shod hooves on the dusty road
voices of strangers passing
blinding sunlight in the post office window
men’s hands, reaching
music at the market.
once there was a woman who lived alone
they come to me for the stupidest things.
"Mooooooon!" Earth would call up into the darkness. "Gealllaaaach! Come down here and talk with me, for I long for a sister who understands me, and I feel you could be the one."