Trip Down Memory Lane to the Sweet Shop

‘I pull free a chunk and it fizzes on my tongue. Angela’s got rhubarb and custard…’

Inspired by Gail Aldwin’s ‘Socks’, I have been investigating local sweet shops.  If you are confused, then read the flash fiction and let Gail tempt you. It is my sweet joy to present Gail’s foodie flash fiction.

 

 

 

 

Socks by Gail Aldwin

The paper bag is damp in my hand and I peek inside – most of the sherbet pips are stuck together like frogs’ spawn. I pull free a chunk and it fizzes on my tongue. Angela’s got rhubarb and custard, she counts the sweets, putting them in a line along her thigh.

What are your favourite childhood sweets?

‘That’s not fair.’ She talks with a sweet tucked inside her cheek, making her look like a gerbil. ‘Last time I bought two ounces, I got eight sweets, but I’ve only got six this time.’

‘Don’t forget the one in your mouth,’ I say.

‘Oh yes.’ She nods and returns the sweets to the bag, inspecting the yellow and red sides. ‘This one’s chipped. D’you want it?’

‘Let’s swap.’ I take the sweet from her and spill some loose pips into her palm.

‘Is that all I get?’ She downs the scattering in one go.

I’ve been walking home with Angela for a whole week now. She’s nice – she’s the friendliest person in my new school. She lives round the corner from me and she says I can call for her in the mornings, if I like. I wish I could sit next to her, but I’m stuck with Brian Redding. He takes more than his fair share of the desk and he rubs his leg against mine when he gets up from the chair.

‘‘Let’s have a look in the stream.’ Angela picks up her satchel and leads the way.’

‘Let’s have a look in the stream.’ Angela picks up her satchel and leads the way. I don’t have a bag so it’s easy for me to scramble over the rocks, but she has to make a path over the dried mud. Once we’re by the water, she dares me to walk under the bridge. I look at the sloping sides and water laps right up to the edge.

‘I can’t. I can’t get my sandals wet.’

‘You won’t get wet. There’s enough of a ledge to walk on.’ Angela points. ‘I’ve done it loads of times.’

‘You go first then.’

Angela clutches her satchel and takes side-by-side steps, her back against the concrete wall. I watch her until she beckons. I’m only a couple of paces in when there’s a splash. She’s dropped her satchel and it’s floating down the stream.

‘What are you going to do?’

‘Get it, of course.’ She steps into the ankle deep water, then trots along, chasing the bag. When she catches it, she swings the satchel onto the ground, splattering droplets into the air like a fountain. I find her sitting on the bank, her legs are soaked and she’s using a leaf to dry her satchel.

‘Aren’t you going to check inside?’

Angela undoes the buckles and finds her pencil-case, the new felt-pens are leaking. She takes off her socks and wrings them, then wiping her pens, she turns them into a tie-dye of colours.

‘Won’t your mum mind about your socks?’

‘I don’t think so,’ says Angela. ‘Not if I tell her Brian Redding pushed me into the stream.’

Jessie:  What inspired this piece?

Gail: My family moved to Dorset from south London when my son was ten years old. This move had many advantages including extending the childhood experiences for Jonny. While his friends in the city thought a good day out involved visiting a theme park, my son was riding down the river on an airbed. Jonny’s adventures triggered memories from my own childhood involving outings to the brook.

Back in the day when sweets were sold from jars and measured in ounces, I regularly bought a bag full to eat by myself or share with friends. None of my childhood memories are complete without the tang of sherbet on my tongue.

Jessie:  Please tell me a little about flash fiction form.

Gail: I chose to write Socks as flash fiction due to the concise nature of the form. For flash fiction to be effective, it must contains all the elements of a longer piece such as plot, narrative, characters, conflict, and resolution but these parts are distilled into a story that leaves the reader free to fill in the gaps. I hope I have achieved this in Socks. (Socks was first published by FlashFloodJournal)

A Hedgehog is a Cornish ice cream coated in clotted cream then rolled in toasted hazelnuts.

Jessie:  The sweetshop in your extract resonates with me.  Do you still enjoy sweet treats from your childhood?

Gail:   Hedgehog!  I mean the ice cream not the cute creature.  A Hedgehog is a Cornish ice cream coated in clotted cream then rolled in toasted hazelnuts.  It is essential eating when visiting Chapel Porth, St Agnes, in Cornwall and brings back such memories.

Jessie:  What is your latest novel about?

Gail: Paisley Shirt is fascinating collection of twenty-seven stories that reveal the extraordinary nature of people and places. Through a variety of characters and voices, these stories lay bare the human experience and what it is like to live in our world.

Gail: Paisley Shirt is fascinating collection of twenty-seven stories that reveal the extraordinary nature of people and places.

Jessie:  What did the reviewers say?

Gail:  I have had some lovely reviews.

A collection of great depth and variety, packed with emotional integrity. Gail Aldwin’s flash fictions are sensitive, surprising, unnerving, tender and crucial. Maria Donovan, author of Pumping Up Napoleon and The Chicken Soup Murder

In these arresting and sometimes disturbing short fictions, Gail Aldwin reveals hidden moments between husband and wife, lovers, mothers and sons and those on the edge of society. Relationships are fractured or violent, tender or tragic. Often set in city suburbs in different countries around the world, the vividly written pieces in this collection cover a breadth of life and linger long after reading. Jude Higgins, author of The Chemist’s House

Gail Aldwin, author

Gail Aldwin is a prize-winning writer of short fiction and poetry. As Chair of the Dorset Writers’ Network, Gail works with the steering group to support writers by connecting creative communities. She is a visiting tutor at Arts University Bournemouth and author of Paisley Shirt a collection of flash fiction.  This collection of flash fiction has been nominated for the Saboteur Awards.

I hope you will look up Gail’s collection of flash fiction. Has her featured flash fiction tempted you to buy some sweets? As a child, I used to love buying two ounces of sweets and still can’t walk past a sweet shop. 

What are your favourite childhood sweets? 

You can contact Gail at:

Twitter:           @gailaldwin
Facebook:       https://www.facebook.com/gailaldwinwriter/
Blog:                  The Writer is a Lonely Hunter

 

Please see all my extracts and excerpts at Book Extracts and my website and blog at JessieCahalin.com.

 

Flash Review of Gail Aldwin’s Anthology

Gail Aldwin’s Paisley Shirt

I had no idea what to expect from an anthology entitled ‘Paisley Shirt’. I drifted along with the words and became hooked.  Enigma, shock and a wry smile accompanied me as I read these stories.  Each evening, I sipped another story and savoured the unanswered questions.  I searched beyond the words and entered the territory of the unsaid.  As I travelled in the gaps between the words, I admired the meaning squeezed into the story. Even the child’s perspective temps the reader with the innocent gaps in the narration.

‘Stepping back as the glass shatters, his blood speckles the paintwork.’

Some stories are presented as vivid a flash of emotion whispered in black and white tones while other stories are sounded in blast of colour.  Aldwin explores: love, domestic violence, families, political asylum, memories, loneliness, divorce, other cultures and more.  She is not afraid to challenge her reader and is skilled at presenting economical use of dialogue.  This compressed narrative form showcases Aldwin’s poetic style. To unravel each story would spoil the surprise for future readers.

‘The gift is an entry into his world.’

Tension spins in the narratives like a storm waiting for the finale, but the reader often must imagine the conclusion.  Aldwin writes,

‘And there was something tuneful about Australia.  Sitting on the veranda at night, listening to the rhythm of the cicadas or hearing the wind ripple through the gumtree that build to a crescendo when the storm came.’

Here in ‘Blue Skies’, Aldwin captures the way I felt when reading the flash fiction.  Even the titles of the story add to the compressed meaning of the narrative form. Indeed, one must have blue sky thinking to appreciate flash fiction and look into the characters’ world.

Indeed, one must have blue sky thinking to appreciate flash fiction and look into the characters’ world.

As a tribute to Gail’s writing, I have presented words that left images on my mind.  Images presented throughout the post are a snapshot of emotions that flashed in my mind long after reading. The poetic quality of this writing conjures powerful images, and I hope they will tempt you to read on.

The stories have also inspired me to experiment with this genre and have enjoyed reading the language into shape.  Indeed, Gail explained:

‘I write every day and love to see my stories change direction and become more textured through redrafting and editing.’

“‘If she lives it will be thanks to God’, said the doctor, ‘If she dies, she will not be alone.’”

About the Anthology

Paisley Shirt‘ is a fascinating collection of 27 stories that reveal the extraordinary nature of people and places. Through a variety of characters and voices, these stories lay bare the human experience and what it is like to live in our world.

 

 

 

Gail Aldwin

About the Author:

Gail Aldwin is a prize-winning writer of flash fiction, short stories, and poetry. Her work can be found online at Ink, Sweat & Tears and Slamchop and in print anthologies including What I Remember (EVB Press, 2015) Dorset Voices (Roving Press, 2012) and The Last Word (Unbound Press, 2012). Gail works collaboratively with other women writers to develop comedy for the screen and stage. With the Dorset Writers’ Network, Gail supports isolated writers in rural communities. She is an experienced teacher who delivers workshops to young people and adults in community settings.

You can find Gail @gailaldwin and http://gailaldwin.wordpress.com

Please see all my book reviews at Books In Handbag and my website and blog at JessieCahalin.com.