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Darwin’s Drabbles: Senses

03 Oct

At first, Darwin didn’t know he was doing something extraordinary. Couldn’t everyone occasionally predict the weather or guess what was going to be for dinner? Didn’t people “just know” things without being told?

“Mamma needs a new job,” he told his babysitter one afternoon when his mother was laid off, but before she’d come home to share the news.

“That’s gonna be Pop-Pop,” he told his mother 30 minutes before the phone rang.

“She misses her baby,” he told his Auntie Jesse about the grocery store clerk.

He was only six, and nobody goes about asking a child if he has E.S.P.

Who Is Darwin?

 

Senses: Taste of the City

01 Oct

The street was lined with restaurants showcasing their best dishes. Something special caught his eye. What was that? People were smiling and nodding their heads at friends. Some where sharing, some were clearly saying “get your own.” He had to try it.

A few people gestured in the proper direction when he asked. He neared the booth and picked up a distinct aroma in the wind. His mouth began to water as he caught sight of line of happy people walking away with fresh plates.

“One, please.”

As he took his first bite, he knew he’d found his new favorite restaurant.

 

Senses: Bitterness

30 Sep

Brigit could almost taste the resentment in the cookie. It looked like a standard peanut butter cookie with a chocolate kiss planted in the center, but something was off. Was it made with store-brand peanut butter approaching its “best before” date? Was the chocolate from a previous season’s holiday?

She pressed on. Nothing was exactly right, even things that had been purchased at the store. Looking around, it seemed nobody was comfortable, especially the bride. Brigit turned to the hostess and smiled gently. It must be hard giving a shower for your sister when she’s marrying the man of your dreams.

 

Senses: Shower

29 Sep

Steam billows out as she opens the glass door. She recoils slightly from the too-hot water and moves to the back of the shower where the spray is the least potent. The door scrapes along its track as she seals herself inside. She steps slowly into the water, running her hands along the cool tile. Once she is completely immersed, she closes her eyes and tilts her head back. She inhales.

There is nothing but the water washing over her body. There is nothing but the sound of it hissing all around her. With each breath she slips further into peace.

 

Senses: Shades

28 Sep

Brian could tell how bad his hangover was when he stepped outside. Inside, he could get by with keeping quiet and a bit of coffee. A hot shower and painkillers would go a long way to making him feel normal again.

Outside was a different story. That first step into the sunlight was brutal. His eyes would throb behind the red curtain of closed lids as he scrambled for his sunglasses. The longer he walked staring at the ground with his eyes barely open, the more potent the hangover was.

But really, who cares about Sunday’s sun while enjoying Saturday’s stars?

 

Senses: Spices

28 Sep

The smell of a bakery in the fall always took Stephanie back to her grandmother’s kitchen. She spent years trying to recreate the apple pies her grandmother made. She poured over other recipes, looking for ideas and inspiration. She went to the trouble of getting apples from the same orchard, but her creations were always lacking something.

Her accidental breakthrough came one afternoon when she misread a label and couldn’t start over. The pie she baked that afternoon was finally close enough to satisfy her memories, and she discovered her grandmother’s secret: cinnamon in the apples, but nutmeg in the crust.