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Vegetable Soup

by Eva Romero

She collected rosemary, parsley, and some marjoram, but could find no thyme, or that other herb, so her soup would not quite turn out like the song. Instead, Jane decided the broth would be the sky. At heavens-length and many-layered, it would soon be full of all sorts of beans and leaves, mosses, and even branches. Her family would love it, of course, save for her husband who had left in a wave of coronary glory the month before, and her children, now away, who only left messages over the phone, and the puppy, snarling from a distance. Jane did not cry. She oiled the iron soup kettle, and wondered whether the earth ever missed its herbs.

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Eva Romero is sure about some things, but others, not so much.

8 comments:

Leatherdykeuk said...

How very lonely she seems.

mgirl said...

Beautifully written, like a song.

ByGhostLight said...

Quite, quite beautiful. Thank you.

Madam Z said...

A wise old sage named Rosemary once remarked, "Thyme waits for no broth." Jane will feel better when she tastes her lovely soup.

Christen said...

Beautiful. This is one of the best I've read in a long time (no offense to anyone, this one just hit me in the beauty-bone).

Jp said...

Lovely piece. You give such a great sketch of character in such a few words. Well done.

Anonymous said...

mmmmmm- sounds lovely and healing. May I have a bowl, please. Beautifully written - I could smell the brew.
caccy46

the girl said...

This is gorgeous. I don't find it very peaceful or wonderful, though it is beautiful and poetic... (I especially like the last line, as she "wondered whether the earth ever missed its herbs.) It comes together very well. It just makes me feel so lonely. You've done a great job here.