Herman blows out his candles, sucks the frosting from their butt ends
and stacks them in a neat pyramid. Just a sliver for me! He sprinkles a
dusting of ash onto his mother's sliver, and eats his slice in a delicious
hurry. Lately, he's taken to putting a pinch of her in the front pocket of
his Levi's before he goes to work. It's not until later that he remembers
he forgot her. Not until much later, when he unrolls the sheet of lint
from the dryer's filter screen, her gray grit felted with the blue fluff
from his jeans.
and stacks them in a neat pyramid. Just a sliver for me! He sprinkles a
dusting of ash onto his mother's sliver, and eats his slice in a delicious
hurry. Lately, he's taken to putting a pinch of her in the front pocket of
his Levi's before he goes to work. It's not until later that he remembers
he forgot her. Not until much later, when he unrolls the sheet of lint
from the dryer's filter screen, her gray grit felted with the blue fluff
from his jeans.
| r.kv.r.y. quarterly literary journal fall08-winter09 short shorts Herman's Wish by Beth Balousek |
