you and me – POSTCARD #5
This one was sent in from Mark in Niagara Falls (as you can see) and I was quite surprised at the spark it shot at me. Some of these are going to be a little abstract like this one (picture of a waterfall – story about a depressed lady in the shower) but I hope you still get as much enjoyment out of reading the interpretations as I do writing them.
to the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may just be the world
After it’s done she has the hottest shower she can, and when her bare foot steps onto the cold blue tiles, everything swims behind her eyes. She reaches out with an unsteady hand and leans against the colourful 70s style tiles in her bathroom. She remembers feeling this same vertigo as a child. She used to think she was escaping to her own little wonderland as the spittle and words rained down. She saw a TV show recently that actually showed it was just her blood pressure dropping. She steps back from the unwelcome flood of memories and retreats back into the shower where she turns on the taps as hard as she can. Standing beneath the water that pummels thought away, that blocks out sound, she thinks someone told her once this is what they do for crazy people, put them in water because it’s soothing. She turns the hot tap up and the cold down and a cocoon of warmth blooms over her head, it encloses her face and she closes her eyes and smiles in the nepenthe. After a while she lifts hands that are starting to wrinkle and presses them to her mouth and a waterfall shoots off them. She opens her mouth wide and accepts the fact that it’s done.