Birthday pictures
By Per Olvmyr
On my birthday, Mom and Dad gave me a drawing. “That's you,” Dad said. But it wasn't me. It wasn't even close. “Mom, put that ugly kid away from me.” “Sure,” she answered, holding a piece of paper depicting a cake. “Now, blow out the candles.” Dad’s eyes glowed as he unfolded another piece of paper. Candles, it stated. Mom's smile was full of wrinkles. Mom’s smile, the paper stated. I closed my eyes and started to blow out the candles. Blowing out the candles, the paper stated.
Per Olvmyr is a writer of fiction, prose and poetry. He lives in Malmö, Sweden, and has been published by literary magazines such as Poetry Wales, Gone Lawn, Glänta, Takahē and Propagule Magazine. He can often be found in parks engaged in long conversations with basset hounds.