Fridayfruit



Sipping cold espresso when it should be wine o'clock, but 'tis Friday and that's how Friday rolls. Washed shoes loll out tongues on the mantelshelf. Dog finds Cat is drinking her water. Boy is on the sofa gluing plastic into a boat shape. Mr is a rattle of a chair and a laptop tapping; how I must sound to him too.

My left ear twitches, searching for footsteps, glass chink and glug of fermented elderberry.
A glass duly arrives on the table.
Yes, such refined ears I have: this is elderberry.






Comments

The Cranky said…
Refined words, refined ears, refined palate...
Lisa Southard said…
Makes me seem rather civilised! :-)

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