Good Boxing Day (for those who “celebrate the crush of bodies in stores the day after Christmas) my peeps. Hope you are not suffering from a hangover, food or booze-related! Took me a good while to get myself going today (giving you the idea that I actually have got myself going at all). The crash after the excitement, I guess!
Thank you to Rochelle for keeping this here party going even during the holidays. And thank you to Randy Mazie for allowing us to use this photo – for the second time, it would seem. Before my time 😉 Wanna play with us? Click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to’s and then click on the Blue Frog to add your link to your own 100-word creation!
Under the Calabash Tree
The heat is stifling, made more so by the number of people crammed into our little house. Family gatherings are wonderful and I love them until the press of bodies causes me to seek relief.
I sneak out the back door, unnoticed. I want no company. No one alive, anyway. Except for the goat. She is always welcome.
I whistle as I make my way to the shade of the calabash tree. One day I’ll remember to bring a damn chair.
I take out my notebook and pencil and begin to write. I dream of being the next George Lamming.