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Alice sits in the room with blackboard and easel and small desk and small chair with Nanny stern and strict pointing at the blackboard with her stick teaching her her letters the grammar paragraphs sentences by long rote and command and Alice knows now that any cause of Nanny's discontent will bring her punishment her father's hard hand smacks whack and whack she sits still taking note but bored she stares out high windows at tall tree tops and blue skies thinking of her mother locked away (ill in her head Nanny coldly said) then she thinks of her new adoptive mother who works below stairs(low stairs her father often says) the one with the red raw fingers thin and young who secretly said she would be her new adopted mother but to strive to learn to do her best and so she does but thinks of the time when lessons are over she can sneak down below stairs and along passageways to where her adoptive new mother works and feel her embrace her earthy smell her soft cheek against that rough cloth of apron the red fingers caressing her long hair whispering words but still the nanny drones on the lesson now taking its toll boredom sinking in wishing her adoptive mother would come and take her away for a walk to the horse stables or into town holding her hand the red hand holding her pink one or dreams of snuggling up to her in her bed feeling her motherly tender warmth but Nanny still drones on the long lesson word on word keeping her from the arms and caress and earthy smell of cloth of her new adoptive young mother below stairs Alice yawns secretly her small hand over mouth knowing this blowing soft from her palm to her young adoptive mother a secret kiss.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
ALICE AND THE SECRET KISS.
Alice sits in the room with blackboard and easel and small desk and small chair with Nanny stern and strict pointing at the blackboard with her stick teaching her her letters the grammar paragraphs sentences by long rote and command and Alice knows now that any cause of Nanny's discontent will bring her punishment her father's hard hand smacks whack and whack she sits still taking note but bored she stares out high windows at tall tree tops and blue skies thinking of her mother locked away (ill in her head Nanny coldly said) then she thinks of her new adoptive mother who works below stairs(low stairs her father often says) the one with the red raw fingers thin and young who secretly said she would be her new adopted mother but to strive to learn to do her best and so she does but thinks of the time when lessons are over she can sneak down below stairs and along passageways to where her adoptive new mother works and feel her embrace her earthy smell her soft cheek against that rough cloth of apron the red fingers caressing her long hair whispering words but still the nanny drones on the lesson now taking its toll boredom sinking in wishing her adoptive mother would come and take her away for a walk to the horse stables or into town holding her hand the red hand holding her pink one or dreams of snuggling up to her in her bed feeling her motherly tender warmth but Nanny still drones on the long lesson word on word keeping her from the arms and caress and earthy smell of cloth of her new adoptive young mother below stairs Alice yawns secretly her small hand over mouth knowing this blowing soft from her palm to her young adoptive mother a secret kiss.
A YOUNG GIRL IN 1890 AND HER NEWLY ADOPTIVE MOTHER BELOW STAIRS.
terry-collett
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terry-collett
English
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
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