Earrings

My mother gave me these earrings on Saturday. They remind me of aubergines.




When I was small I used to look through my mother’s jewellery, they were shiny and I coveted them with the greed of a child. These earrings made on my impressionable mind an imprint as if this was the very idea of earrings, you know, in the Platon sense of the word.
I saw them again when I was helping her dressing up for a party, and she gave them to me. She said she didn’t like them anymore.