Monday, 11 October 2010


I was a child, by a fjord in Norway, when Papa pointed out a wild strawberry.
"Taste it. It'll be the sweetest thing you ever taste."

Now you are like that strawberry, had just the once someplace wild. Now just as immortal. Crystallised forever in the jam-jar of my memory.

50 word lovestory by Lisa Falzon


  1. great imagery. "jam-jar" especially.

  2. quite a while to keep something like that contained....but glass disintegrates so much faster in the ocean you know...the great playground of free memories. Sea strawberries..that rolled off a cliff..and set sail in a jar..hmm...


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