Competition Twenty-Eight Highly Commended: The New Perfection Refrigerator, 1930 by Emma Phillips
*****Keeping the Chill in Your Icebox for Longer!
Damn, we could use more ice, brighter smiles, lipstick on the rim of a glass as we slide the last olive down a cocktail stick towards the summer’s end. Chin Chin. Raise your Martini like a flag. Half- close your eyes, ice could be diamonds.
*****Bringing the Party Back Home Once Again
In the small hours, we’ll tap our toes to the beat, every cat kitten cute as the band plays. The stars are sequins that scatter and fall. Our pockets burned dry by casino chips, the roulette rolls with our debts. At the back of the wardrobe, a lone feather boa.
*****Putting the Eat into Meat
Lay the table with memories; we had picnics; we feasted. Think of your figure, all that waste from our plates scraped into bins for the pigs. Now times are lean and clean plates mean thrifty. Meat in the chiller lasts longer; we’ll eke out our meals for a week. Less is more. Desserts are a treat. A cool breeze is just as sweet as ice cream. An investment? Your refrigerator.
*****The Taste of Tomorrow is Here!
It sure is Siberian cold. The nights unfold like endless steppe and your heart beats the march of a boot, the bang of a drum as fear fills our empty bellies and we search for someone to blame. Poverty smells like shame. When the last dance is over, we’ll keep looking back. Yesterday – frippery. Watch fingers point as the party implodes.
After the Crash, we taste blood. Propaganda lasts longer than kisses. Them and Us. Every door has its hinge. Swing, swing. In war, no one wins. We’re all made of flesh. Come on in.
Emma Phillips plays many roles in Devon, where the M5 sometimes lures her away in search of adventure. Her words appear in print and online in various genres and her flash collection Not Visiting the SS Great Britain is available from Alien Buddha Press – here.
Image by Carol Von Canon at flickr
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