The bookmark is the part that I keep coming back to, perhaps because I think that it is the thing about the whole incident that says the most about me, the only thing that means anything. The exact placement of the bookmark, the way that I precisely, if quickly, wedged it into the book so that the bottom edge cleanly revealed a line of text and its top edge protruded out of the book at its customary surplus of about 1.5 inches.
I was reading in the park, engrossed in a world very far from my own, but one in which I was reading a highly coincidental passage about a car accident. I’m sure that it means nothing that I was reading about an accident, but when I heard the bang of the collision, it was a shock to my mind as much as my ears. It was as though the life of the pages were playing out before me, and as I looked quickly up at the car accident coming to a stop only yards from the bench, I became very confused.
I was already in action of course, as the papers went to great lengths…
She gazes in a kind of mystical awe at the myriad of socks laid out over the king size bed. Ankle socks, trainer socks, walking socks, Christmas socks, poodle socks (remember those?), long socks, posh socks, socks with holes in, even a special ballet sock. The most extraordinary feature of this collection is the fact that not one, not even the limited edition sock that has a personalized image of Gareth Bale printed on it, is a match.
In the school staff room, she recounts this discovery to the amusement (mainly) of her colleagues. One is, however, looking genuinely puzzled. “How?” the neat, tidy and super organized teacher asks in bewilderment, “How does that happen?”
“How does it not happen?” replies the Sock Queen. “How, how does anyone keep socks in pairs?”
Super organized teacher suggests gently that Sock Queen pairs the socks before they go in the washing machine.
“I’ll try,” promises Sock Queen as the bell goes to mark end of break. She leaves the staff room, now litter…
I volunteered to write this blog and said 'give me any
letter and I'll figure out something to write'. So I was presented with K.
And my mind went totally blank! I couldn't even think of any
words beginning with K, well, except for kangaroo, which didn't help much,
never mind an actual title for a topic regarding writing. So I reached for the
dictionary for inspiration.
Kaleidoscope had potential, every written piece, fact or
fiction, long or short, needs to combine a kaleidoscope of information,
characters, locations... and pull it all together into a cohesive and pleasing
A bit more flicking through and I came up with “karma”, now
as an atheist I don't believe the universe has any scales balancing someone's
morality but I do think that in the context of a story there needs to be some.
The 'bad guy' needs to get some comeuppance and the good, hardworking
characters get rewarded. Readers can be left feeling cheated and that the story