Flash Fiction: Meeting Buddha In Dumbarton by Nikki Magennis
A short poem from the author and artist
I take the luminous one to ASDA.
He says nothing much. We get a trolley,
walk back and forth. I hold onto my list
and steal sidelong glances. His eyes reflect
TV screens, icecream, carving knives.
We slow in the pickle aisle between jars
of red cabbage and onions, fat brown beads
suspended in vinegar. His bare feet
are golden. His robe brushes the floor.
In the fridges, fish tails curl. The girl at the till
counts my change. Freesias bloom by the door.
On the garbled Tannoy, I hear a voice
ring out. Bags full, I step into the car park.
Morning frost evaporates from the ground.
I feel lightness, having spent everything.
Nikki Magennis' pamphlet ‘Meeting Buddha in Dumbarton’ is published by Red Squirrel Press.