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FAY'S MISPLACED ROSARY 1960

Fay was waiting for me

at the top of Meadow Row

 

I was on my way home

from school

-I'd walked home

as I’d spent my fare money

on doughnuts that morning-

 

she looked agitated

her blonde hair

was in two ponytails

her eyes looked red

as if she'd been crying

 

thought I’d missed your bus

she said

 

no I walked

I said

what's up?

 

she took my hand

and we walked down

Meadow Row

walking past

the bomb sites

and the ruins

of other houses  

 

I’ve lost my rosary

she said

I can't find it

 

what's a rosary?

I asked

 

a crucifix with beads

I showed you

the other week

 

O that bead thing

so what's the problem?

can't you buy another?

 

it was my grandmother's

old one

 

well buy her another one

I said

 

I can't she died

last year

 

well she won't

need it then

will she

I said

 

she stopped

but Daddy will want

to know why I lost it

and then he'll go off

the deep end  

and I know

he'll punish me

and it wasn't my fault

 

she began to cry

and I didn't know

what to say or do

 

where do you keep it?

I asked

 

in my coat pocket

so it's handy

if I want to use it

 

and it's not there now?

 

she shook her head

and put her hand

in the pocket

of her coat

 

is that the coat

you always wear?

she nodded

 

what about Sundays?

 

she looked at me

 

today's Monday

maybe you left it

in your coat you

wear on Sundays

I said

 

she looked at me

with reddened eyes

of course I forgot

it must be in

my Sunday coat

from yesterday

 

let's go find out

I said

 

but what if Daddy's there?

 

so what?

I said

 

he doesn't like me

being with you

because you're not

a Catholic

 

I’ll wait outside

on the balcony

if he is

I said

 

so we walked up

Meadow row

and crossed over

Rockingham Street

and up the slope

and into the Square

and along to the flats

and up the concrete staircase

to her parent's flat

which was above

where I lived

 

she knocked and her mother

let her in

and I stood on the balcony

looking into the Square

 

after 5 minutes or so

she opened the door

smiling and said

 

it was in my Sunday coat

all the time

and she kissed my cheek

 

I knew then

I’d not wash

that area of my face

the whole week.

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Written by
terry-collett
English
Published
May 26, 2015
Lines·Words
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A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1960.

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