Sunday, December 06, 2009
The elements mixed in me
The mum and I are walking up the road. A bloke coming the other way is talking intently into his phone.
As he passes us, he announces: "Listen, you lay a finger on your mother again and I'll come down there and kick the shit out of you."
My mother bursts into raucous laughter at this. I wish myself invisible.
***
"Indeed, ancient flower," says the dad, apropos of nothing.
Startled, I glance over at where he is sitting, newspaper in hand, pen at the ready. Realisation dawns.
"How many letters?" I ask.
He looks at me, perplexed.
"I'm doing the sudoku."
As he passes us, he announces: "Listen, you lay a finger on your mother again and I'll come down there and kick the shit out of you."
My mother bursts into raucous laughter at this. I wish myself invisible.
***
"Indeed, ancient flower," says the dad, apropos of nothing.
Startled, I glance over at where he is sitting, newspaper in hand, pen at the ready. Realisation dawns.
"How many letters?" I ask.
He looks at me, perplexed.
"I'm doing the sudoku."
