Wednesday, December 16, 2015
From a Caroline Myss card
Sneaking a handful of chocolate chips from the freezer, Imogen regrets the upgrade to stainless steel. Now she can see her reflection. She spits the half-chewed mess into a tissue and puts it in the compost bin on the counter. A swarm of grateful fruit flies emerge.
“Chandler, put down the scissors, arts and crafts is over now.” Imogen whispers in Chandler’s ear. He smells of play dough and chicken noodle soup. She looks at her watch – three fifteen. It will be another two hours before his Mom returns. Before she can repeat her instruction, he pulls on her silver hoop earring, ripping her earlobe down the middle like an envelope.