The Impressionists #3 - A Small Act of Vandalism
And here is the third extract of my new short story collection, The Impressionists . This one is the most recently written and I'll just let the sample speak for itself: A Small Act of Vandalism Malcolm, a gentle, middle-aged soul with a troubled mind, keeps his mother's remains sealed in a small porcelain box. What he keeps hidden among his memories, however, isn't so easily contained. That’s Mother, that is. Hard to credit, really, but that's her – all squeezed into that tiny little porcelain box. Well…not her in the strict sense, I suppose…just the bits and pieces of her left over from the cremation, you know. Sort of a dried and granulated version of her, if you will. A bit like instant coffee, you might say, only without the flavour. Not that I’ve…you know…I mean…good heavens. That’s Wedgewood, by the way. Very expensive. Very expensive indeed. But worth it – worth every penny – ‘cause Mother was worth it. Weren’t you, Mother? She was. Worth every penny. It’s glued