We were asked to each bring an object to class the following day. I brought a three-pin plug. This was placed with other objects on a table, from which we selected an item. I chose this.
The lesson I learnt was that we could write about anything – if we tried!
the piece:
what are these things called?
There at the bottom of her purse, among loose change, receipts that tracked her every movement and acted as ready-made alibis, and masking tools, was the comfort her eyes longed for. Those disposable tear drops on demand; the ease of each capsule’s opening mirroring her proximity to real tears.
This was her first line of defence against the carcegenic air, eye-drops perfectly packaged in tear shaped plastic mouldings which cost more than the priceless liquid it encased.
