Odd Trio Redux – The Old Mother

Odd Trio Redux – The Old Mother

Time for another Odd Trio prompt: write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.

A Childhood Doll

A Childhood Doll

My beautiful, wise Ouma, (literal translation from Afrikaans means old mother), of the soft hands, transparent skin, and blue eyes, called me: “Kom, jou sago pudding is gereed,” (come, your sago pudding is ready). I can smell the warm jam and sweetness permeating the air, its all I can smell. I kick off my flip-flops, jump up, banging into the corner of the large table that dominates the entrance hall, filling it up three quarters full, the bruise is already rising…”I heard it through the grapevine” is playing on the radio…

See Memory on the Menu, one of my earlier posts.

Image from Imagicity Share Alike.


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