I have no idea how old I am. Five? Six? Too young to count I guess. I'm sitting at the table in the kitchen. I can't remember what the kitchen looks like. But the table and chairs are white. There's a cup on the table filled with Five Alive. That's my favorite juice. My mom puts down a white plate with these star-shaped breaded chicken fingers surrounding a pool of ketchup. I pick one up and bite by bite I chew off the points of the stars. The outside is crunchy but the inside is juicy. I double dip in the ketchup. I trim the star down to a circle. Lather in Ketchup, Rinse down with Five Alive, and Repeat.
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very good. Now, can you try and recapture that intent focus on those chicken stars in what you are currently writing? There is nothing there at first but you and the garden...use this to hone in on the details, smells, sounds...then go wide and pan like a camera for the surrounding, informing and supporting material.
ReplyDeleteI like that you captured how kids' foods are cut into shapes and then decorated on our plates to help make us eat them. And what is Five Alive? I've never heard of it!
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