Jun 2019
“Don’t eat all the green olives”
She says
“I don’t like the black ones”
She says
I frown a little
Shock biting my heart
“I know it’s stupid”
She laughs
“It’s just how I am”
She shrugs
I force a smile
My mind in the past
“Don’t eat all the green olives!”
She shrieks
“I won’t eat the black ones”
She pouts
He runs away with the bowl
Laughing as he steals the olives
“Come and get them!”
He calls
“I’m eating the green ones!”
He says
We, the oldest,
Exchange annoyed looks
“Hello? Anyone home”
She teases
“Where’d you go?”
She laughs
I offer a weak smile
And look away from the olives
Hiding from the memory within them
She says
“I don’t like the black ones”
She says
I frown a little
Shock biting my heart
“I know it’s stupid”
She laughs
“It’s just how I am”
She shrugs
I force a smile
My mind in the past
“Don’t eat all the green olives!”
She shrieks
“I won’t eat the black ones”
She pouts
He runs away with the bowl
Laughing as he steals the olives
“Come and get them!”
He calls
“I’m eating the green ones!”
He says
We, the oldest,
Exchange annoyed looks
“Hello? Anyone home”
She teases
“Where’d you go?”
She laughs
I offer a weak smile
And look away from the olives
Hiding from the memory within them
So. This probably doesn’t make sense to you all. But my sister recently died and she only ate the green olives. I went out to eat with a friend who also only ate the green olives and I’m just trying to capture how it made me feel. idk
Also, the italics are a memory. This still needs editing but the feeling is hard to write and I’m just trying to get something out there
Also, the italics are a memory. This still needs editing but the feeling is hard to write and I’m just trying to get something out there
(Oklahoma)
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