(from a writing exercise in Ugly Cousins)
The Road is European; Italy or Somewhere.
Michael, saucepan on head, holding the wooden
Spoon his grandmother uses to stir bolognese,
Rattles down it, advancing like Hercules, furious,
Beating his brainwaves out of his head.
Mother and father start to chase after but grandmother
Holds them back, assures them. They come around.
Tuesday 26 October 2010
Young, Furious
Mice
(a story in 50 words)
While the mice are scurrying, exploring, establishing their systems, already the maze is gradually filling with water, millimetres that will inch their way up the walls and fill. Some mice might evolve gills; others will drown. The scientist is pouring the water slowly into the maze and it trickles through.
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