From The Original Flemish

Published by Frank Key on Friday, 16 January, 2009 in Prose. 1 Comment

My mother’s brooch was blue. She took me to the lake and punched my jaw. She threw my breakfast into a pond. I banged my head against a barge the day she showed me the canal.

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G Riecke
Sunday, 18 January, 2009 at 12:47 pm

An intriguing change of meaning occurs when you start with the sentence: ‘She had stolen my mother’s brooch’
An inspiring translation nonetheless..