Have you ever wondered at the phrases that we bandy about. I once heard someone talking about being ‘starved of love’. It inspired me to write this 100-word tale.
The judge said my wickedness was due to me being starved of love as a child. I wonder what he meant – ‘starved of love’?
The phrase conjured up strange images in my head. Children being force-fed dollops of specially prepared meals of love. Did this involve a plate of cuddles and kisses for breakfast, with cups of kind words of encouragement for a mid-morning snack? Or maybe a table laden with tender hand-holding for lunch and lots of smiles for tea?
As they take me down I have my doubts that love is on the menu in prison.