Thursday March 13, 2014
the Wikipedia page for Sarah Hudson
Sarah pauses before she steps. She carefully avoids the cracks. She keeps her eyes down and sometimes bumps in to people. “Sorry,” she whispers. It’s her favourite word. “Sorry.” Excuses bed corners and bad manners, a missed crumb and a missed meet-up with her mother at Starbucks. “Nice hat, Sarah,” says Mr. Chan, who owns the green grocer and once gave Sarah a free bunch of basil because she didn’t have enough cash. “On the house,” he said. “Oh,” she touched the baseball hat that she had borrowed from her father before he left for Yellowknife. “I like it too.” “Canucks a good team. A very good team.” “Yeah, I guess…” Sarah says. Truth is, she doesn’t know if it’s hockey or football or what. “Where’s the cauliflower, Mr. Chan?” She asks, sniffing a naval orange.
Friday, April 5, 2013
11:20a at Saving Gigi
Caught in a dizzy haze, I was waiting for you to come home all day. Kept running to the front window every time I heard footsteps-I thought it was you, you know. Thought you’d be back and we could make lunch together-or watch a show. But then my mind started spinning and I was caught in a dizzy haze. It made me feel almost sick but not enough to lay down. Maybe it was the missing of you–the absence of you that made me feel turned upside down. That or that I forgot to eat because I kept waiting to cook the cauliflower with you. I would have started without you, I suppose. It wouldn’t be too bad if I had tried to prepare some key ingredients. But I didn’t know if you wanted soup or if you wanted to roast it. I didn’t want to call just in case you were busy. So I was quiet for a long time – left alone in this rickety house with only the sound of wind to keep me company. You didn’t tell me where you were. Or when you’d be back. I panicked for a minute thinking you’d never return because you liked wherever you ended up better than being with me. I know, I know, that’s crazy. But I told you. I was caught there. In a dizzy haze.