The Consolation of Mashed Potato

April 2020

"Earliest memories. Mouthfuls of warm mashed potato. Sensations of heat and comfort. She’s being fed the mashed potato from a bowl, mouthfuls guided to her lips on a teaspoon by a brown hand. This hand is not her mother's since her mother, young and with many mouths to feed, is busy. It's not her father's since he works long shifts at the factory. It belongs to Bert, her grandfather, who's sitting at the kitchen table.”

Available in Issue 11 of Confluence Magazine published in the UK