Work Lunchbreak Flash, Alfresco at The Colonial Cafe

By littleditty

Mon, 13 Jul 2020
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Work Lunchbreak flash , Alfresco at The Colonial Cafe

I might have worn a Bindi on a festival field, probably someone else’s licked finger or thumbprint petal on my forehead, so when she furied over a poorly colonised Tandoori as cultural appropriation, and I said, “Plath, poem, Daddy?’ I meant to say I understand, yeah. “Yeah.” As I’m sure Silv did. Not, I know, or I know, or, you’re not permitted, like the critics did.

‘Don't you ever get mad?’ she asked, mad, exasperated...just slightly, sipping Western civilisation through a straw. “There’s a joke about Western civilisation" I said, smiling, “and you’re welcome to it. Cheers.” Ting, forgetting the whole joke entirely, but glad. She wrinkled her nose. Tropes are tricky at the intersection, all this sharing. And lest us not forget and forgetting and remembering in the crisscross crosshairs of even the balmiest afternoon.

There was so much to say. So much. I had supposed these were the intestines of novels. Novelists! Twenty-minute lunchbreaks are precious, even for a two-bit poet, but can’t ting everything, can’t ring the bell on anything much except the flash, in the rain, running to the next class.

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Submitted by Penny4athought on

This quick lunch break exchange reminded me of those one word conversations that say so little yet say so much between the conversationlists - but eavesdroppers may not understand the context or flow of words. The image of a rainy lunch break between classes and the weighty thoughts that fill the short time was written very well.

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Submitted by littleditty on

- you made me think about what I might need to add here if I were to expand this a bit more -this is just a flash snapshot of it, as happened - and you are right to point out it it could do with more air in it - i think so too! Cheers

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Love the sipping of Western civilisation and the crosshairs of the afternoon. Nicely written exchange before the bell. 

 

Submitted by littleditty on

at a cafe I just remembered is called Blighty or something similar! that flashed then as we dashed back in a thundery downpour, and this morning, came as a snippet -those lines - if this write got airier i'd need the speaker to be maybe wearing a Tshirt something printed on it, some more pics on the wall - glad you liked those lines -cheers :)

 

Submitted by celticman on

the intestines of novels are always tricky, especially when you're eating and drinking and talking. Life can get messy. Words we can hide behind. 

 

Submitted by littleditty on

I try to imagine how - as a mansion of many rooms that have words,telling,showing,foreshadowing, hiding, revealing etc etc for a very very long time - like a course, or many poems, On Narration that I should take. Lunch breaks under the kosh gets this. Life is messy sometimes.Thanks for reading it.