Flash Fiction: Sensory Prompt (taste) - a popcorn kernel

Grandma in the Corn

“Grandma’s in the corn again!!”

I hear the youngun’s bellowin’ for me. They reckon I’ve fell, chucked out me hip or somethin’. Me hip seems to be the high topic of conversayshun now-days, like he has a personality all his own, an’ getting full o’ himself with it too.

But I am jus’ fine in here, thank you. Whenever a youngun’ gets lost in the corn thee go to panic – used to that ‘city livin’ now. Always a’knowin’ where they are, never havin’ the canucks to just get themselves nice‘n lost. None of ‘um knows how to be quiet. 

So sometimes… I stay in the corn. The ole sister stalks hide me from ‘em, good and proper. I peel them ripe ones an’ I chomp the kernels, a’knowin’ that me daughter will complain when me dentures need renewin’. Lord I laugh at that.

It’s like bein’ a littlun again. Being a littlun was good… but bein’ a woman, with all me knowin’, is much better. They don’t realise that, poor creachers. While I can still chew corn I got a fair time in me, an’ I’ll do whatever I want.

“Grandma’s in the corn again!”

If I stay very still, they won’t find me for a haf-hour, I reckon. If I stay very very still, they may think I’ve gone an’ started the ole long dirt nap.

Lord… I laugh at that!