Writing For School

Sensory Journey

Here I am with family. A 'reunion' of lies, telling them I remember them from when I was younger. I have never met them in my life. A firm handshake here, the kiss of supple lips on my cheeks there, and the everpresent push and squeeze and manoeuvre of a too stuffed house. I feel as if I am an ingredient in a complex dish, being tossed around in a pot. Stirred until it is inescapable.

The conversations ring louder as my 'family' talks of leaving, of travelling together now that we have reconnected. I have no memory of them giving me their names, the din a rising cacophony as everyone begs to be heard; everyone but me, as I have nothing to say and no one to say it to.

I can smell the food we have packed for the road, from sweet tiny snacks to filling lunch sandwiches. Inside the car, these tempting meals are only beat by an aunts overbearing, oversprayed, over pungent aroma that overwhelms the senses if you were to sit too close. Lucky I have the window, with soft passing scents enticing me to abandon ship.

So I do. Out the door of out silver car I fall, crashing to the ground with earth filling my mouth. Fumes from the cars exhaust mix with dust in my mouth, leaving a foul taste on my tongue as the car speeds away as if my exit was nothing of note. The taste turns fouler when I see the car return, empty. The silver transport seems to be returning home, looking for more food for our Lord to devour.

Will they enjoy my aunt's wretched stench? Will they know the names that I did not? Will I, a small part of a whole, be missed?

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In case your confused, as this one is pretty abstract:

'Tis food, being cooked and then put on a spoon, and this piece of food fell off on the way to the mouth. The spoon returns for more food.