Flash Fiction
[Source – Stockphotos]
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It snowed last night, cloudy white joy now sits hugging Joana’s village. She has seen it through the glass window. Decision – to step-out later!
Huh, huh, huh! “Butter tea, you want some, granny, so-o-o-cold, tell granny, butter-tea-you-want-some?”
Half-turn, a twist, a glimpse, a yawn, a nod, tttttap-dance-walking towards the kitchen. Joana hugs the kitchen and smiles, red cheeks like the monkeys.
Outside, Punnu and Zeenz, the two llamas, leave without registering a rhyme or reason, tttttap-dancing on the snow, in joy, in ignorance, going left to the right, to the gate, towards the green.
There, before sipping butter-tea, granny declares it is cold, but not as cold as it was then when she had stepped-out in her youth to give little ones in the barn a check, a hi, a pat, a slap, a rebuke, a hug and lots of love, for they are family – she cries and sips the butter-tea and continues to tell the stories of her youth. Go now, girlie! Move-o-move!
Joana side-stretches to pick the muffin and relishes it as granny peeks outside the window. It is snowing, she asks. Joana shakes her head, mouth full of muffin and sips the butter-tea.
Granny chews a sentence and plays with the tiny spoon and her cup.
Intuition, sixth-sense, hen-pecking – granny startles herself – cries, go check on Zeenz and Punnu, girlie go now, move-o-move! You!
Keeping the empty warm cup aside, Joana front stretches to get up and then back stretches and takes a pause, becomes a statue, sleepy sleep tickles her.
Kkkrrr!! Wooden door flung opens, Joana is thrown out, granny hen-pecks the furniture, it cries, kkkkrrrrr!!
Huh! Huh! Joana freeze-walks to meet her woolly family – the sheep, the two rabbits, the two llamas.
Now there, clap-clap-clap! Think sunny rays, it is still day. Decision – to rush back inside and sleep! Oh yeah!
Oh no-aaah! Punnu and Zeenz are gone!
Before granny could know, could strike, could shout and strike, could curse and strike and punch the air, and blame the lords, ladies and measuring scales, for she is poor with numbers, Joana runs to look for, catch hold of, bring back the two llamas.
Decision – already taken!
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[Image by Joanna Jankowski from Pixabay]
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We lived, then, in our days, we lived! We didn’t talk-talkie-talk about living!
– Granny
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