Epiphany

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She sat motionless, entranced by the bowl of fruit lying on the table. The peach stared back at her, its dimpled buttocks clothed in velvet, its stalk standing to attention, just like a periscope scanning for a victim.
She liked fruit, especially peaches, but this one unnerved her, the sinister-looking stem seemed to be searching her out. She stared back at the periscopic pedicle of the soft, rounded fruit expecting a salvo of gunfire, but with a distinct crack, the peach exploded in a messy, fleshy burst of light. Silence.
Rooted to the spot, she recalled her youth with flames giving out Satanic messages, clouds scudding across the sky emitting telepathic signals from the outer limits, and now, a viscerally exploding peach. Had her madness returned?
She laughed, remembering weeks spent in a psychiatric ward, the talking therapy sessions and the wonderful, progressive Swedish psychologist who said she wasn’t mad, she just had different experiences.
He not only “cured” her, but he helped her to gain insight into the so-called illness.
At last, the hospital doors stopped revolving. The mayhem in her mind was gone. The psyche, its tricks, nightmares, and false perceptions fooled her no longer. Insight was her catharsis.
She stood looking at the bowl resting on the table. The fruit sat there, inanimate, and deliciously tempting. She stretched out her hand, grasped the peach, bit into it, and smiled.
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Susan Carberry
Susan lives in NW London. Her poems are an eclectic mix of social commentary, the natural world, the human condition, humour, and her deep faith in God, and they appear in several anthologies. She recently published her own poetry booklet, Eternal Ephemera. Susan is a Poet in Residence to the gardeners of Roundwood Park. She reads her work for events at the City Literature Institute, and has begun writing flash fiction and short stories. She’s a familiar figure in her local cafes and restaurants, where she sits with a coffee and writes, gaining inspiration from the world around her.
Susan has participated in several recorded readings with others. Find them on You-Tube as an Anthology and Late Line productions.
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