My lovely Muddy editorial assistant Sarah Taylor, who helps me bring out The Muddy Guide every week, happens to be an awesome creative writer in her non-Muddy time. She specialises in flash fiction and just won a Highly Commended prize at the Bridport Prize 2015 competition with her story Good at Crisps. That’s a big win, let me tell you – the Bridport is a serious prize to snaffle. But in fact Sarah has previous in this competition, having aso been Highly Commended in 2014 as well, with the brilliant Popping Your Cherry.
Read Good At Crisps here – at under 250 words it won’t take you more than 30 seconds, and what a brilliant, inventive use of time!
Good at Crisps, by Sarah Taylor
We got good at crisps as we grazed our ways through packet after packet on rainy afternoons in pub car parks, on days when there was no home game. Walkers Roast Chicken, KP Cheese and Onion, billowing pillows of Golden Wonder Smokey Bacon, we tasted them all. Trying them every which way, crunching them, sucking them, licking them, squashing the packet and pouring crisp crumbs down our throats ’til we choked. Fitting big ones in sideways and stretching our mouths so the salt got in the cracks at the corners where a smile used to come. In distant pub gardens, we discovered exotic flavours, our tongues teased with Worcester Sauce and Prawn Cocktail. And we learnt to suck on crinkle-cut Seabrooks, making them last, playing crisp games to pass the time. Who could eat the whole packet without licking their lips? Who could keep one on their stuck-out tongue the longest? Thinking we could change destiny if we were good and nice as we watched from steamed-up windscreens as they brought over the tray, her with pinch-faced pride and him with guilty wallet. On days less wet, we tried to play like real children on rusting customer facilities left there for kids like us. And then, sharp partings and us hugged to near death. His breath all man and with his bitter-top moustache.