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A can opener punctures the tin can, a thick fishy smell escapes and floats around the main floor. It swarms puppy, deep in slumber on a corduroy armchair.

Stretch and leap down. Nails on hardwood make a click, click, click, tail wags and she scampers beneath the dining room table.

Mom is above, picking small white pieces from fleshy pink salmon. Puppy licks her snout, wetting black whiskers, mum pulls a bone from the fish and places it in a small pile.

Bones: small, smooth and white.

Like the bones that frame the hollow girl, struggling for life in a steam filled room. Wrapped in a fuzzy pink towel and lying on the floor.

Her hair wet and pasted to her forehead, Eyelids blue, all she sees is black.

The bones are ugly, she feels them jut out in every direction. Each vertebrae a protruding lump.

The girls reaches for the door, but she can’t get up.

The brass handle moves higher and higher, stretching away from her grasp.

Sniffing wildly, puppy follows her moist black nose up to the tabletop and rests front legs up on a nearby chair.

The girl rises to her knees, tries to grimace from the pain but her face can not muster up the strength. Hollow eyes focused on the door handle, she takes a deep breath and raises an arm.

Puppy wriggles legs, then tummy up onto a solid wood chair. Mum picks fish with intent, thoughts on the hollow girl. How she can fill her. Where she can find enough love to bring colour back to her face. How she longs to see her pretty hair curled and worn down. To see the lashes on those veiny eyelids flutter with delight.

With a soft grip thin fingers clasp around a cold brass handle.

Puppy hops up onto table top and starts into the bowl, the smell ever so strong now.

Startled, mum’s thoughts interrupted and left to hang in the air.

Shoe! puppy scrambles, Crash and clatter, salmon and black fur on the floor

Bones on the floor.

The bathroom door opens and steam pour out.


(post is fiction, based on a true story. I wrote it for my writing course. I was inspired to post this by emily’s request to help with a radio interview to help in promoting her book: Chasing Silhouettes )

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5 responses

  1. intense imagery and emotion behind that blue eyed girl that only sees black…nice blend of it with the anxious pup…

    October 28, 2010 at 1:51 pm

  2. oh emma, this had my heart racing… i know those bones too well, and i’m so glad, so glad, the door swung open and the steam was released … oh girl… God is going to use you/is using you, in such a beautiful way. you write so powerfully. thank you for letting me into your world. (excellent use of dog/salmon parallel!)

    October 29, 2010 at 2:03 am

  3. this touched me deeply.

    October 29, 2010 at 2:52 pm

  4. deb

    so raw,
    so giving
    thank you for letting us glimpse into your story
    hope you are at peace with this now

    October 29, 2010 at 6:21 pm

  5. What a great juxtaposition of characters with the dog and the mama and the fish and the girl. I really like the role played by the dog.

    October 30, 2010 at 2:22 pm

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