This week’s words: Crackle Bloodline Lotus-eater ((n.)a member of a people represented by Homer as living in a state of dreamy forgetfulness and idleness as a result of eating the fruit of the lotus plant. Giddy Memory Dangerous Akimbo Satin Hips Fusillade ((n.) a series of shots fired or missiles thrown all at the same time or in quick succession.) Bloom Fasten
My mother had often warned me about the crackle. She had this thing whereby she’d go into a rant about the dangers of stepping on discarded wrapping paper. I thing it made her blood run cold and even though our bloodline wasn’t one to talk about, we’d descended from petty criminals transported to Australia in the early 1800s mum was proud of our heritage.
But me she’d refer to as a lotus eater, off with the fairies she’d say and when I came home late she’d be there standing at the front door arms akimbo tapping her foot and awaiting an explanation that had better be good.
She had a memory like an elephant, never forgetting a thing and was quick to remind you of any past indiscretion when the mood took her.
My mum had satin hips, soft and warming which left me giddy with love for her on the rare occasion she let me cuddle up to her.
As I was a professional burglar, in fact our whole male line were burglars which meant at any one time any one of us was holidaying with Her Majesty, I’d been warned about the crackle. “You can’t trust it,” mum would say.
I did a job one morning and was about to take my leave of the place along with all their silver when it happened. Crackle, crackle, crackle, it echoed around the room and the sound quickly woke the owners and their dogs.
I took off through the summer garden full of summer blooms, over the fence and down the street. Before long I could hear the police in pursuit. As I neared home there was a fusillade of shots and felt a pain in my bum. They’d got me but I was determined to get home. Mum saw me coming opened the door and fastened it behind me. As I stood there puffing she looked me up and down and said, “The crackle, it got you eh?”