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Mrs Clarke pushed her battered bassinet between market stalls not listening to the stallholder’s shouts and calls Helen walked behind her mother as told holding your hand So I know where you are Mrs Clarke had said you sensed Helen’s small hand in yours her seven year old skin touching your seven year old flesh her thin fingers encircling yours We’ll see if they’ve got a school skirt for you here her mother said turning back her head Helen nodded and you noticed Helen’s enlarged eyes behind her thick lens spectacles searching her mother’s large behind waddling on stopping now and then beside stalls picking up clothes searching for a skirt or dress grey and the right size Helen whispered to you putting her head close to yours Rice pudding for tea when we get home with red jam and sugar too if you want and she smiled and you said shyly That’s good because I’m starving she looked at your hand in hers and said Then we can play mums and dads and my dolls can be our family her mother stopped and picked up a skirt and held it up to the light then held it against her daughter’s waist judging for size and you watched her mother’s hands red with washing and cleaning thinking and gauging the size and cost as you studying Helen’s hand in yours like a soul lost.
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 6:56 AM UTC
IN MRS CLARKE'S WAKE.
Mrs Clarke pushed her battered bassinet between market stalls not listening to the stallholder’s shouts and calls Helen walked behind her mother as told holding your hand So I know where you are Mrs Clarke had said you sensed Helen’s small hand in yours her seven year old skin touching your seven year old flesh her thin fingers encircling yours We’ll see if they’ve got a school skirt for you here her mother said turning back her head Helen nodded and you noticed Helen’s enlarged eyes behind her thick lens spectacles searching her mother’s large behind waddling on stopping now and then beside stalls picking up clothes searching for a skirt or dress grey and the right size Helen whispered to you putting her head close to yours Rice pudding for tea when we get home with red jam and sugar too if you want and she smiled and you said shyly That’s good because I’m starving she looked at your hand in hers and said Then we can play mums and dads and my dolls can be our family her mother stopped and picked up a skirt and held it up to the light then held it against her daughter’s waist judging for size and you watched her mother’s hands red with washing and cleaning thinking and gauging the size and cost as you studying Helen’s hand in yours like a soul lost.
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 6:56 AM UTC
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