When we pulled into the dining room it was past seven and the sun was setting over the flowered curtains. We ran down to the beach and took off our notebooks and put our feet in the wet jello, which was squishy between our toes. A furry hippo was prancing on the beach, fetching sticks. She’d thought her mother’s stories were funny until she was afflicted with aphasia herself. She savored the word, aphasia, and then promptly substituted another. “I have fantasia,” she said, and people looked at her sympathetically. “It’s an early sign. Soon I won’t know who you are.”
I love the way the objects and subjects are substituted with unrelated words to create the psychadelic feeling in a familiar situation. The jello made me cringe!
Thank you!
Gads, I loved this little foray in surrealism! It doesn’t make sense, and it’s not supposed to, and that’s why it’s a wonderful story!
Thanks for reading and commenting. It was fun to write.
Read once, looked up “aphasia” (should’v done that first!), read again, liked it merch!