original fic| To eat the sun
Title: To eat the sun
Author: ca_te
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 406
Notes: Written for the short challenge over at pulped_fictions , the prompt was the picture of a pineapple
When I was a kid I used to sit on my favourite stool, the red one, and watch my mum as she cooked. She would always spend the whole afternoon cooking if we had guests at dinner. I loved to watch her move around; she made me think about an overgrown fairy. Her dresses were always full of flowers.
She would tell me to sit still while she kneaded or while she cut vegetables. I would look at her, swinging my legs under the stool. Now and then I would asked her what the name of some vegetable was. She would smile at me and then go back to her task, whispering the name as if it was a secret.
One evening I sat at my usual spot; I was six years old but the stool was still too high for me and my feet didn’t reach the ground yet. I leaned over the table as my mum was cutting up something which I had never seen before. It was quite big and brown and it seemed hard. I reached out to touch it. My mum raised an eyebrow but let me do it anyway. It was hard, indeed, and strangely coarse. I probably made some kind of weird face because my mum laughed. Her laugh was soft, it made me think of candyfloss; it still does.
She asked me if I wanted to know what the weird-brown thing was, I nodded and kept my eyes focused on the azure of hers. She told me it was called pineapple and that it came from some far-away land. I tilted my head to the side as she cut away the leaves. I couldn’t understand how or why a thing like that had decided to come into my house from some far-away land.
Then my mum started to cut through it and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Every slice of that weird fruit looked like a small sun. it was yellow-y and round and full of rays. I told my mum so and she laughed again.
When she handed me a slice of pineapple I took it with both my hands and stared at it for a while. Then I felt my mum’s fingers passing gently through my hair. I looked up and her eyes made me think of the sky.
“Don’t worry, no one is going to punish you if you eat the sun.”- she said.
Author: ca_te
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 406
Notes: Written for the short challenge over at pulped_fictions , the prompt was the picture of a pineapple
When I was a kid I used to sit on my favourite stool, the red one, and watch my mum as she cooked. She would always spend the whole afternoon cooking if we had guests at dinner. I loved to watch her move around; she made me think about an overgrown fairy. Her dresses were always full of flowers.
She would tell me to sit still while she kneaded or while she cut vegetables. I would look at her, swinging my legs under the stool. Now and then I would asked her what the name of some vegetable was. She would smile at me and then go back to her task, whispering the name as if it was a secret.
One evening I sat at my usual spot; I was six years old but the stool was still too high for me and my feet didn’t reach the ground yet. I leaned over the table as my mum was cutting up something which I had never seen before. It was quite big and brown and it seemed hard. I reached out to touch it. My mum raised an eyebrow but let me do it anyway. It was hard, indeed, and strangely coarse. I probably made some kind of weird face because my mum laughed. Her laugh was soft, it made me think of candyfloss; it still does.
She asked me if I wanted to know what the weird-brown thing was, I nodded and kept my eyes focused on the azure of hers. She told me it was called pineapple and that it came from some far-away land. I tilted my head to the side as she cut away the leaves. I couldn’t understand how or why a thing like that had decided to come into my house from some far-away land.
Then my mum started to cut through it and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Every slice of that weird fruit looked like a small sun. it was yellow-y and round and full of rays. I told my mum so and she laughed again.
When she handed me a slice of pineapple I took it with both my hands and stared at it for a while. Then I felt my mum’s fingers passing gently through my hair. I looked up and her eyes made me think of the sky.
“Don’t worry, no one is going to punish you if you eat the sun.”- she said.