My future is planned out in list form. Written if thought of, recited if not. Beef, barley, bananas. JAM = juice, apples and meat.
This morning, three white things I murmured three times before drifting to sleep in my bed. Three white things.
Milk, mayo and ice cream, I think. But ice cream is always bought dark chocolate brown or sometimes, tan maple walnut.
It is ice cream, I know. But why white? My mind has tricked me again. An image is brought up of an 80’s Camero. Sleek, smooth rounded lines, glossy and cool. Like a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology