Monday, April 23, 2012
Teljoy: flash fiction by Martin Lochner
Like Jazz, poverty improvises.ML
In 1987 I recall that father got a promotion and we were all happy.
Father still not earning enough money hired a black and white tv from Teljoy.
He entered the house like a victorious roman emperor on a rainy day in May.
Not having extra cash around mother fried some potato skins and four boys huddled around the box watching Heidi.
I loved that animation and colored the alps,Peter and old grand pops with my imagination.
Like Gaguin I learned that the palette of my dreams were always going to be brighter then my circumstantial reality.
The next month Father took a heavy blow and got retrenched.
I returned back to my old habit of watching my shows through the window of my neighbor.
It was a color tv but the colors were not so great as the old black and white.