Crackers
Heather Child
Soggy sausage rolls going for free, glass windows turning to chipboard, charity shops with black bags outside, rice cakes getting stale in office cupboards, and so many other images arriving from nowhere, all dull and static, as if to remind me that boredom exists. At least it makes me appreciate the interesting, sociable life I currently lead.
Right now the market-day crowd hums with gossip, the air sweet with daffodils melting in unseasonable heat. I squeeze through and unlock the Fromagerie, the local cheese shop which I bought just weeks ago, though it seems like years.
Cheese is my life. Ma vie est le fromage. Each time a customer enters, I take pleasure in seeing their nose lift – or wrinkle – in appreciation of the shop’s rich aromas.
“The Comté?” I say,
