Nice Fat Gurdie

Nice Fat Gurdie (115)

I don’t think of myself as superstitious. At least, I really don’t want to.

Wednesday, 22 June 2016 14:50

It was a lasagna noodle epiphany

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In the beginning, we peered at each other’s avatars across a quiet chat room. No one, everyone, it seemed, wanted to be the first to write.

There was always something about them, the way they’d come into town, aproned and polka dotted, that made me want to put on a kerchief and slip into the middle of their other-worldly little flock.

As if in solidarity with my lemming-like herd of small appliances (the untimely expirations of which I lately disparaged in print), my smoke detector has a death wish.

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