Living on the Ledge of a Dream

by sandra on August 21, 2017

(the following conversation was overheard this morning as I stood washing dishes at the sink)


I like the simple life, so as soon as I ripen, I plan on becoming a tomato sandwich.


Not me!  I’m going to be the most magnificent marinara sauce at a romantic engagement dinner that makes it impossible for her to say “no”!


Small potatoes, My Friends! As soon as I’m just a little bit soft, I’ll be on a plane to Spain. Straight into the heart of The Tomatina!

But before I end up spent and splattered in every direction, my last words will be: “Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”*

*James Joyce, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

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