A brilliantly chaotic demonstration executed fearlessly. Goodness, how inspirational! Just. Keep. Learning. My natural openness pleads quietly – research! Shocking, that ululation, vibration within, xennial yearning… zealotry? A brave cry, demanding exploration, fieldwork… glorious, heady innovation!
Jangling keys… lumbering, malicious noise? Outside? Portentous. Quick! Running steps. Threatening – unadulterated violence… with xylophones?!
Jennifer Busch had fun writing this.
There she goes… the woman I called sister. All makes sense now. But… how could she leave me? I was a child! And now, after all these years, she wants me to stop seeing Mum?
Or should I say… Gran?
She’s ringing! No, I can’t… No… What do I do?
Jennifer Busch’s mum is her actual, biological mum. At least as far as she knows.
What a girl! Chuckling, he picked up another shoe thrown impressively far. Everyone thinks their child’s special, but how could you not marvel at Hannah’s strength and speed, her spirit? It was practically superhuman.
Straightening up, his eye was caught by an ethereal glow. And inside it, his daughter, levitating.
Jennifer Busch ain’t afraid of no ghost.
Backpfeifengesicht: “face that’s begging to be slapped”. How they’d laughed, learning that, still high on the promise of a new life abroad, bonding over the oddities of the German language. Now, as he corrects her pronunciation for the fifty-millionth time, she feels the full force of the word. Backpfeifengesicht, indeed.
Jennifer Busch rather enjoys the oddities of the German language. Her other favourite German insults include Warmduscher (someone who takes warm showers), Schattenparker (someone who parks in the shade); and the indulgently overlength Handschuhschneeballwerfer (someone who puts gloves on before throwing snowballs).
Spring: Dare to say hi.
Summer: Tease them about wearing a scarf; actually, you love it, you adore everything about them, they make you fizz with joy and the world shades beautiful and you lose yourself in their emerald eyes and electric touch and heady scent…
Winter: Return the scarf.
Jennifer Busch usually submits things seven seconds before the deadline.