Sharing EdenSometimes, I think about John.Sharing Eden9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I grew up in my grandparents' garden. It was fairly large and brilliantly colored in a way Crayola could never compare. I spent my days running through the pods of flowers, jumping from rock to rock, or simply laying on the grass, watching the birds, the bugs, and the days go by.
In my childish mind, I thought that God had one day decided to add Eden to Heaven, but accidentally dropped that forbidden garden on the way home. Eden shattered into pieces, and those beautiful shards fell to the Earth. When He saw how beautiful those fragments were, instead of sweeping up the pieces, he decided to leave them there as samples of Heaven. He sent down angels to care for the gardens so that they would flourish even when the area around them turned uglier and uglier.
I thought my grandparents were angels. Unlike most people, my grandparents did not plant healthy flowers. They had the remarkable ability to reconstitute withered and dying ones; weeks were marked with
The Supermarket"How did the exams go?" he asks, a slight stutter in his voice betraying his excited, unvoiced line of questioning: 'Are you leaving us?'The Supermarket10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
You try, unconvincingly, to say that they went okay – not that you could be sure, yet – and list all the work that you've done; try and prove that you're not a waster, even though you yourself remain unconvinced.
As he speaks, he pulls you down, and you can almost feel his outstretched, grasping hands on you, as he teases you about your future career plans. You've grown up with this national aversion to success, so it shouldn't be a surprise. But it still ruffles your feathers, makes you imagine the unimaginable: failure and a life spent working in this fucking cage.
His questions come to an end, punctuated by the emission of a deep, guttural cough, and he stands to go to the worktop, where he'll prepare his lunch of cheap white bread and margarine.
The fifteen minutes finally draw to an end, and you stand – "See you," "Yeah, see you" –