Jessica CH @ Southwell

I sat at the kitchen table tapping my middle and pointer finger onto the dark oak. A ray of sunset slips through a slit in the curtain glistening on the dining table. A small bowl slides in front of me, the steam floats up and into my face. The simple yet delightful smell of freshly cooked rice makes my mouth water. I anxiously grab a pair of chopsticks but before I could taste my first mouthful another plate of grilled fish appears before me. Without a second thought  ignore the fish and start digging in. “Eat the fish, it makes you smarter.” mum said grabbing a small piece and putting it into my bowl. “Why should I eat it?” I asked. “Because I said so.” snapped my mother.

BATH   Fighter   Danced Orange   Clumsily I lay in the bathtub relaxing my muscles in the lukewarm water as streaks of sunset hit the water reflecting off the soft porcelain tub. I clumsily sit up to grab a small bath bomb leaving small grains on the table.  Slowly I release the bath bomb from my grip. It bounces up and down in the water, releasing waves of bright orange pigment. The bright orange colour swirls and dances around me. My fists that were once clenched like a fighter now relaxed and floating beside me while small bubbles fizz between my fingertips.