Banana Palms

Creative practice

28 Feb

Bunch of green bananas growing amongst lush leaves — Highly Commended in the Outstanding Short Story competition. Photo: Karol Chomka on Unsplash

It’s the final night of the summer holidays. The beach bonfire. The pile of sticks on the sand has grown steadily over the last few weeks, the sun sucking the moisture from the gaswhite branches.The day expires in stagnant heat.

We’re crouched down the side of the Kombi van, shitting in the dust together. We’ve been killing time, smoking spliffs in the dunes. Shitting outside seems a funny idea. The glossy abundance of blueblack leaves, huge elephant-eared fronds and green bunches of bananas.

Banana Palms

It’s the final night of the summer holidays. The beach bonfire. The pile of sticks on the sand has grown steadily over the last few weeks, the sun sucking the moisture from the gas­white branches.The day expires in stagnant heat.

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It’s the final night of the summer holidays. The beach bonfire. The pile of sticks on the sand has grown steadily over the last few weeks, the sun sucking the moisture from the gaswhite branches.The day expires in stagnant heat.