Mansfield Expanse

Food can feature strongly in many stories, to the point where whole recepie books have been published. Our winner this week didn’t go so far as to serve us lamprey pie, Instead, the focus was on preserving memory through food: The lemon tree from Catherine’s childhood stood in the corner of the yard, rotting fruit scattered across the ground. She remembered inhaling the strong citrus scent as she stood on tiptoes to pluck fruit from the branches for her grandmother. She’d also tried scrambling onto the metal fence beside the tree to reach the higher-hanging lemons and cried when the hot posts blistered the soles of her feet. “Silly pork chop,”… A big congratulations to Victoria Nugent, taking out first place by a single, all important point. Special mention to …

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Shining up the polished glass, Reflections she can see- Two cherub faces bounding past, Squealing merrily. Their feet are light across the bed, Warm laughter, up and down; Her eyes refocus on the glass, Her wrinkles, pallor, frown. She’s seeking out the stubborn smudge the grime, the stained, the mess; She scrubs hard at the filth in hopes it will wipe out the rest. Her pursed lips thin, her tired gaze, Her hair a hurried bale; Her body is recoiled, rebelled, Once joyful eyes, now pale. Their loose young curls, their glistened eyes, Their joyful carelessness; Will they keep this youthful joy? Or ruin, like the rest. And with this thought, she starts again, Resumes her mindless task, Abandon useless reverie- Shine up the polished glass.

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