Limes are the sourest fruit #mondaymotivations #shortstory

Esther Newton’s Monday motivation prompt is


It was just a party, a few friends. ‘Come,’ they said. It’ll get you out.’

I refused. Twice but then, well, I had to some time, didn’t I?

People are kind. No comfortable it’s true, not sure what to say. Looking for me to lead them but we left the elephant in the hall and talked about everything that was really important – love, politics, health, wealth – and none of it mattered.

Then someone gave me a drink. Water. Sparkling. Just water but with a slice of lime. Not lemon, lime. I don’t remember who was speaking but I heard ‘frozen’, like it was on repeat. At the exact moment I took the glass, I heard ‘frozen’.

Lips moved, like so many mannequins in a horror film. Time slows, doesn’t it? When shock hits. Overlaying that moment, drowning those words spilling out in irrelevant torrents were John’s words. John’s last words. His hand on my stomach like he could already feel it. Him. It would have been a him. ‘12 weeks. It’s the size of a lime now.’

Where’d he get that? The net, I suppose. Wiki. Some sick fuck calling a foetus a piece of fucking fruit. Yeah, right. Until it dropped broke everything.

Back in the moment, it was the weather that filled my head. That’s where we’d got to, in filling the time until we could leave. The weather. One minute John’s touching my still flat stomach, his hand warm, unlike the last time I held it, just like he was next to me in that trite, shambolic circle, each of us propping elbows with our unglassed hands.  Next, he’s the elephant waiting for me in the hall. My past and my future and, in that slice of citrus, the briefest, cruellest present.

Some present.


About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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15 Responses to Limes are the sourest fruit #mondaymotivations #shortstory

  1. Ritu says:

    So sad….

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  2. O.u.c.h. Yes, sad. ❤ ❤ ❤ Sigh.

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  3. I love the image of him in the hall (the “elephant”) and the sparkling water with lime and comparison to that. Nicely done.

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  4. esthernewton says:

    Super writing. Every word.

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  5. I don’t know how you do it 🙂

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  6. Mick Canning says:

    Yes, very powerful, Geoff.

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