We sit around the table grasping at the slippery eels of conversation. Better catch one soon, or it’ll be the weather next.
I imagine trickles of blood dripping from our ears the longer we talk, white collars stained red by desperation to belong, to impart some meaning to our lives.
Simone Schutte is a jack-of-all-trades, master of none. She’s a wife and mom, aspiring author, Pictionary artist extraordinaire, bookworm, photography lover, and green-fingered elf.
I really like the eel metaphor as well as the blood image. It evokes a terrible dinner party or a business dinner, which I like because people have such different expectations and/or hopes for each. There’s an excruciating feeling here in only 50 words, that makes this reader want to stand up and say, “Well, that’s it for me; I’m outta here.” Impressive.
Clearly captures that uncomfortable time we’ve all experienced where we want to engage and connect. Or escape.