seated at the table…she seemed so content….almost happy…like a baby in a highchair being spoonfed ….organic carrots..
farm raised lamb…pure…very pure…

always trying to slip past her the truth….nothing is pure…nothing organic…forced…all being forced…

she didn’t want to hear of it…just keep feeding her lies…let her be happy in half-truths…out and out lies….

Fiction is what they want, she said, Why should I be any different?….

You’re right, I told her, You’re right….now…shut-up and eat your peas…

a spoon was thrown…a fit ensued….back to square one…here comes the train….chooo…..chooo…

too late…her mouth was closed….