Published by Journal of Compressed Creative Arts
Her postcards never said “Wish you were here.” They said, “Wondering why that guy stopped me in the street yesterday—was my skirt too short?” Or “I’m eating oranges every day, all day, oranges for breakfast, oranges for lunch and dinner, oranges for snacks.” Or “Rained too much this week. Ever notice all the different kinds of rain drops? Mostly here I see the fat round kind that remind you of hamsters.” No, I said to myself, fat round rain drops that remind you of hamsters. A rain drop has never, ever, made me think of a hamster. Well, not until now, and thanks so much for that.
Claire Guyton 