Our flight is delayed by over an hour but it's ok because we've got fig rolls, and I bought two books because I couldn't decide which one to buy and now I can't decide which one to read, and I have free wifi but only 23 minutes of battery left on my laptop and probably even less now but I don't want to check because then I'd waste at least 3 second of typing. I ate a fig roll and it wasn't as nice as the figs I had earlier, one of which we bought from a farm shop and was a rich deep ruby red like biting into a small animal and eating its guts except it tasted lovely and sweet. The other fig was picked by my dad on a mountainside when we went on a walk and the walk was much longer than he anticipated and it was hot and he got grumpy, but the fig cheered him up even though it was slightly green and not quite ripe enough. Then we found a large cactus that was covered in prickly pears, and my dad loves prickly pears because they remind him of his childhood (or was that the smell of pine and gum trees on the hot air?) but we didn't want to pick them because we didn't want the prickles to get stuck in our fingers. So we took some twigs that may or may not have been poisonous but we didn't care that much, and we poked them right through the prickly pears and carried them down to the beach on the sticks as though they were ice-lollies, except that it wouldn't be very pleasant to lick one. Then we swam in the sea and dad left his phone in his pocket and it got wet, and we packed up and got on a train and watched Théoule drift away into the distance and it was a bit sad but we'd eaten the prickly pears and they were nice.
The fig rolls didn't taste nice because I sprayed too much perfume on in duty free so they taste more like violetty poisonnous rolls than fig rolls. I'm tired where's our plane?
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
No comments:
Post a Comment