Red Candy

Holly Ringland
Author: Holly Ringland
Word Count: 566
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Red Candy

My host contribution to the luscious company of the descriptive writers in the To Market, To Market challenge. Take a peek… jump on board… come play… the next challenge will be launched soon.

Red Candy belongs to the following groups:

Graphic Scratch, Melbourne & Victoria, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings and WMG

There are mysteries to which I know the answers.

I know humming Coltrane to my pots of Casablanca bulbs lures creamier lilies from the earth. I know stirring cinnamon sugar into my husband’s coffee keeps the taste of me lingering in his mouth all day long. I know how to twist, bend and heat wire into gilded antique cages that I fill with lilies instead of birds. I know what it is to be loved.

Yet, for the past ten years I have woken every morning with an ache in my centre for a tall man with china blue eyes I do not know. And for the same amount of time, I have not been able to eat a red apple ever again.

In small circles, people secretly talk about her in scarlet-flavoured whispers.

She came to the markets only once. Her hair hung to her waist in a sheath the same bitter colour and scent as roasted coconut left too long in the oven. Her hands shook; they shook as she unfolded the piece of tattered red velvet she covered her rickety table with. They shook as she unpacked her assortment of tins and boxes, set up between my antique cages filled with lilies and a stall full of second-hand books. They shook as she lifted a small red flask to her lips, wincing when she swallowed.

She pinned a hand-painted sign to the tattered red velvet:
FOR SALE. PIECES OF MY HEART. 50c EACH.

They were hardboiled red apples of sugar with soft centres that tasted like rosewater but were laced with tartness; a salty tang no-one wanted to admit was the strangely comforting flavour of a pinprick or a paper cut. Wrapped in cellophane pouches, the ruby candies came with labels penned in shaky script.

Strawberries.
Sunset.
Rose geranium oil.
Fairy lights.
Scarlet.
Red.
Ruby.
Coconut cream.
Banjo strings.

Word spread quickly amongst market folk; it was mostly stallholders that filled their pockets. Her eyes glossed and frosty, sipping from her red flask, she nestled into her chair like a sparrow with a broken wing huddled in its nest. When her table was clear, she unpinned her hand-painted sign, folded the velvet in squares with her shaky willowy hands and quietly vanished.

That night, the town was painted scarlet with dreams of a tall man wearing indigo light in his eyes. Women dreamt of sunset on their skin, twinkling lights in their hair and heated pleas between red sheets. Men dreamt of banjo music and a girl with coconut-scented hair who wore a long red skirt and inched up the hem for the touch of fingertips.

The town’s medical centre had valium and xanax perpetually on back order.

People don’t talk about it openly anymore; there is a resignation to the dreaming fate of those who exchanged pieces of silver for someone else’s heart.

I’ve never mentioned it, but I thought I saw her again once.

About five years ago.

A travelling market came to town to merge with local Sunday folk. She had the same colour hair and the same sparrow gait. But her eyes were clear and her skin had lustre. And when she unpacked small red wooden apples for sale, her hands didn’t so much as even quiver.


copyright © 2009, Holly Ringland.

  • natapee

    natapee

    What a brilliant concept selling pieces of one’s heart. I just heart your imagination Holly. You are a brilliant story spinner. Trully. xx

  • Holly Ringland replied

    oh you sweet little thing. i heart your imagination right back nat. a story spinner – golly, i love that. thank you so much xxx

  • kalaryder

    kalaryder

    fabulous story – I could picture this happening as I read

  • Holly Ringland replied

    there’s nothing better for a writer (well, this one anyway) than learning that the pictures in their minds transferred to their reader’s through words… thank you so much for reading kala, i always appreciate your warm and supportive comments so much. hollyhocks ;) xxx

  • PJ Ryan

    PJ Ryan

    what a stunningly magical and beautiful read … the most modern twisted tale … incredible holly heart .. this is just brilliantly dreamy x

  • Holly Ringland replied

    no my love, you are just brilliantly dreamy… and so lovely. you know nix, the ripple of absolute glee i get running up my spine when you respond to my work has not dimmed one watt since the first time you commented on my writing. and as always, beautiful girl, i thank you so much for cupping my words in your hands and feeling them exactly the way i meant you to x

  • ArcadiaTempest

    ArcadiaTempest

    Just wonderful…....I have melted completely…..you are utterly amazing….XXX

  • Holly Ringland replied

    goodness me karensue, you could just about bring me to my knees, you humble me so with your response. i wrote this while i was at home sick with the flu because the damn little glistening candies wouldn’t leave me alone… they wanted to be penned, right or wrong… and my conscience wouldn’t hear a word of me not contributing to our graphic scratch challenges. so i very much appreciate this warm and wonderful comment of yours. so much. thank you xx

  • Susan Trigg

    Susan Trigg

    Wow, this is great. Really enjoyed the tale – thank you :)

  • Holly Ringland replied

    thanks so much seeker… i’m so glad you did. i called a girlfriend before i posted it and griped about this crap piece i’d just written and could she read it before i posted it because i was afraid in my fluey drugged state it was just awful. about ten minutes later she set me straight in a few (colourful) words and the response to candy today has been like chicken soup for the soul. (sorry, couldn’t resist.) so all in all, i thank you for reading and enjoying my work.

  • Astoreth

    Astoreth

    Holly, your stories always affect me in the most amazing and emotional way!! I am not sure why….think I’ll just leave that for another day…. Beautiful as always. xxxx

  • Holly Ringland replied

    i love, love, love how much you feel my work. it is always the sweetest treat for my muse jane, when i post something and you respond – to know that you feel my work and wrap yourself up in my words is more than i could ask for. so thank you. thank you darling heart you, i curtsey deeply at your warm and kind words. xxx

  • MistressZombie

    MistressZombie

    Holly, this was an amazing read. The descriptive powers of this piece drew me in and held my attention staight until the end.

  • Holly Ringland replied

    ahhh, mistress, i’m so glad the little tendrils in this wrapped you up and didn’t let you go. an amazing read... that is just the best thing to hear. it makes me grin… in that kind of embarrassing way where you look like you’ve gone past the point of joy and there’s possibly something wrong with you. but no, i’m just really gleeful at your response. so thank you, lady.

  • Matt Penfold

    Matt Penfold

    holy moly Holly, this is an exquisite creation, what pictures you’ve painted, magic.

  • Holly Ringland replied

    hey matt! thank you so very very much. although it was a disjointed write between the haze of antibiotics and kleenex, the whole thing in my head was the most exquisite creation indeed, vibrant paint, magick over and over again… so i am ridiculously happy that my muse managed to pull through and my words translated the story in my mind adequately. thank you warmly for reading my work.

  • Cassey

    Cassey

    You are an artist who uses letters as your brush, words as your color, the world as your canvas…..and you create masterpieces that touch the senses, entering through the mind, playing in the heart, whirling around the soul…..and leaving through a smile. Holly, thank you for sharing your talent with us all. This is another gorgeous piece of writing!

  • Holly Ringland replied

    now you, lovely boy, are just the ants pants. every time your little avatar pops up or i read a comment from you, i strangely enough hear a grandmother’s voice saying, ‘why cassidy do you think that is?’ and i love, all over again, that characterisation in your work. it is enormously rewarding for me to know that you find the paint and canvas and pictures in my words. and thank you, always, for reading.

  • Dave Legere

    Dave Legere

    This line ” know that stirring cinnamon sugar into my husband’s coffee keeps the taste of me lingering in his mouth all day long.” made the entire piece for me.

    thanks for sharing,

    d

  • Holly Ringland replied

    thanks so much for reading dave… i always relish knowing people’s ‘favourite parts’... whenever i give someone a piece of my work to read, i follow it up with my notebook and pen on board with that one question – what was your favourite bit? so i thank you for giving me yours… i do love that line too.

  • Lisa  Jewell

    Lisa Jewell

    Strangely enough I was thinking about this the other day….”selling pieces of my heart”….

    My goodness gracious me…this is such a stunning piece of writing I have an ache in my chest….

    Sublime imagery….I could go on and on…but in truth I honestly am at a loss for words.

    Holly, you are one of the finest writers I’ve read….I long for the day your book is by my bedside table. xxxx

  • Holly Ringland replied

    oh honey. after i gather my jaw off the ground and put myself back together from the humble heap i fell into after this comment, i’ll be able to tell you the range and scope and depth of the encouragement and motivation and confidence your support and feedback on my words give me.
    until then, just know i’m all jibberish and blobby… and so bloody grateful for these responses of yours.

  • Steve Strodder a.k.a Saul and Cal.S.Heart

    Steve Strodder...

    You just gave me one of my moments of pure happiness x

    csh

  • Holly Ringland replied

    yay! if nothing else, that is the best thing i’ve done all day. thank you so much steve, that’s such a lovely way to respond to my words.

  • Rebekah  Anderson

    Rebekah Anderson

    This is a really gorgeous piece, Holl. From start to finish, it is full to the brim wwith soul. Such a great end yoo.. God i love your writing!!

  • Holly Ringland replied

    little raspberry girl with the beautiful eye makeup (i read your fiction journal piece – you might wear the same every day but i love it) it delights me no end that you enjoy my writing so… and ever time you comment it is completely wonderful for me to receive. so thank you for reading bek and always leaving such kind and warm words behind.

  • bellmusker

    bellmusker

    A salty tang no-one wanted to admit was the strangely comforting flavour of a pinprick or a paper cut.
    You do this like no other, my red coconut girl….sublime touches and delicate twists take us to places that we just don’t want to come back from. Love this, so much. x

  • Holly Ringland replied

    oh beautiful woman. thank you. i always love finding the little bits you love the most and it’s funny because i loved writing that line; describing blood instead of naming it. and geez honey, your red coconut girl? absolutely! it makes me silly with glee that you love this. thank you. x

  • AFogArty

    AFogArty

    Keep rubbing your words into my eyeballs, I like the way it feels.

  • Holly Ringland replied

    fog… i’m going to hope this is a compliment? so uh, thanks. i will endeavour to deliver words for you to rub in your eyeballs in the future.

  • LindaR

    LindaR

    I have chills ~ Holly ~ your writing is so fully sensual, every line I swallow & savor ~ just divine from the first to last…the idea of selling pieces of her heart.. that is where the lump in my throat grows…you must know how priceless a treat it is to see through your eyes, imagination, wisdom and heart…these stories that touch so deep…a gift for my dayxx

  • Holly Ringland replied

    linda, bloody hell, you floor me with your comments on my work. floor me. as in take away my breath and leave me pretty much levitating, marvelling with wonder that it’s my words you’re responding to. can two little words carry the weight and volume i need them to? please feel them linda because thank you canvasses how much your encouragement and support means to me. thank you.

  • KMorral

    KMorral

    Fabulous! Such descriptions, such fantasy, the intoxicating power of imagination, dreams and shared memories (if this is what they class as!) Beautiful.

  • Holly Ringland replied

    thank you so much k… you couldn’t make my words feel more special i don’t think… intoxicating and beautiful... how warm and kind of you to respond this way. i appreciate it so much, thank you for reading.

  • Dwayne Boyd

    Dwayne Boyd

    This one pulled me right in. It’s gonna stick with me a bit. It reminds me of times when a dream visits one while asleep, then it refuses to let go once awakened.

  • Holly Ringland replied

    i have those dreams often dwayne and stumble around the day after trying to ply reality from make believe… this is such a lovely comment. thank you for reading my work.

  • lazydaze

    lazydaze

    Awsome!! so nice to read! :)

  • Holly Ringland replied

    oh thanks so much mr daze. that’s so lovely of you to say – and i’m thrilled you enjoyed the read.

  • minnow

    minnow

    Spell-binding. This womans story wove her way into my heart. Thank you. :)

  • Holly Ringland replied

    minnow… goodness… thank you for letting her find her way there. spell-binding... that makes me positively beam. thank you so much.

  • monkeycrumpet

    monkeycrumpet

    This is excellent writing Holly, like a Miranda July short story written with the imagery of Gabriel Garcia Marquez…very cleverly done!

  • Matthew Dalton

    Matthew Dalton

    A spellbinding story: a modern fairytale. Your writer’s notebook must be a recipe book full of feasts for the senses.

    Wonderful.

  • lianne

    lianne

    Whenever I’ve been away – and that’s far too much lately – I make my homecoming journey to your page to feast on the latest work you’ve added, Holly. And it feels to me always, like a walk in the garden at sunrise – the colors, the scents, the sounds come alive with the touch of the sun, as words come alive under the touch of your hand. What a beautifully romantic tale, full of such fabulously tasting images – my favorite breakfast treat!! “Pieces of my heart, baby…”

  • girlinthestars

    girlinthestars

    ok, so i am in the middle of exercising and taking a breather and came to read this. haven’t had the chance but never forgot the beginning since i first saw it a while back. and so, i just was allowed about 40 seconds to breathe. but i took a longer break because i just had to finish this. like desperately wanting one kiss and once you get it you just have to make out for a half hour… !! ha ha. You are brilliant!! xx

  • nnimus3

    nnimus3

    I’m sitting at work (I’m a bookshop girl), passing the time bubble-surfing, and I came across this. Halfway through, a customer tried to buy something and I found myself flapping a hand at her to piss off and come back when I was finished.

    “They were hardboiled red apples of sugar with soft centres that tasted like rosewater but were laced with tartness; a salty tang no-one wanted to admit was the strangely comforting flavour of a pinprick or a paper cut”

    ^ That was the point at which the bottom of my stomach contracted. By the end of it… how did you ever come up with such a concept? It’s perfect. So simple, dark, devastating.

  • koby

    koby

    oh wow!!
    i have no words, am rendered speechless by this magical picture painted in tastes of words, your writing is simply edible. fantastic! i cannot commend you enough!

  • tirnanog

    tirnanog

    ok….I am really out of my league….fantastic writing, I love your changing style….really inspiring.

  • Shoaib .

    Shoaib .

    beautifully painted story ! wow !

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