The sandtrap

There was not much new to the new year now, it seemed. Driving across the state, I ate a bag of wasabi-flavored smoked almonds in about 30 minutes, taking it by the handful, popping them one by one, wiping the salt and debris off my hands and swearing “no more”—then repeating the process a minute or two later until it was all gone. The days are like this, though not as sweet. Even the full moon, with its colorful name, was nothing to write home about. The last of its kind, they say. I rose in the early morning to repeat the process then sunk on my couch, unable to make anything light. I went for a book, for a trigger, then opened my laptop to write. It would have been my father-in-law’s 81st birthday yesterday—instead, it was our dog’s. I gave her a new bone before she went to bed, but she didn’t seem to know what to do with it.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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9 Responses to The sandtrap

  1. walt walker says:

    I remembered the blood moon eclipse last night around 10:35, googled it to see when I should go out to see it. Google said right about now, and I thought ‘what luck.’ I went out, and there was the moon, full and white, the clouds moving fast. But something felt off, and I went back in to double check, realized I was a day late. I’d just finished watching ‘Io’ on Netflix, which was great, way better than the reviews I read afterwards. I was late on those too, and I’m glad about that. Would have liked to have seen the eclipse, though.

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  2. Yahooey says:

    Knick knack paddy wack.

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  3. rossmurray1 says:

    Super Blood Dog Moon.

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  4. Dave Ply says:

    It was your dog’s 81st birthday? Wow. (Must be in dog years. 😉 )

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