In the last village before the highway, oblivious to the danger of rockets, a young man pushes a cart loaded to the sky with white eggs.
In the other direction come lorries, loaded with shells, for Israeli tanks to launch into Lebanon.
I didn’t write that. It’s the last two sentences from a report by Nick Thorpe of the BBC. But I think it stands quite well on its own.
A couple of the pieces Beth and I have published in the current, short shorts edition of qarrtsiluni were actually rescued from old emails I had happened to save. I guess I’m always on the lookout for revelations, the briefer and more mysterious, the better. It can be difficult to set out consciously to create a good short piece of writing: like cooking a small fish, or pushing a cart full of eggs through a war zone, it takes a light touch. As Ben Zen says, there is nothing so unforgiving as the genuine.
We’re still actively soliciting contributions, by the way. Currently, we have almost enough material to make it to the end of July, but would like to continue through August, as well. Artists interested in interpreting the theme or accompanying a specific piece — as qB has just done — might want to contact Beth or me for suggestions in advance.
2 Replies to “Eggs”
When I first read the italicized quote, I imagined the lorries loaded with seashells, which my mind thought would follow a cart with eggs. I am not ready for shells to be anything else.
A barrage of seashells raining down on the Lebanese? Boy, wouldn’t that make for interesting diplomatic reactions!
That’s one of the things I really hate about war, aside from the immense suffering and needless destruction it causes: its utter lack of humor.