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FIRE STARTER 1958.

I was on the bomb site

off Arch Street

collecting pieces of wood

and newspaper

 

******* in a ball-

and small pieces of coal

liberated from the coal wharf

near by

 

plus a few Swan Vestas

borrowed from

my old man's box at home

I lit a fire

 

near the railway arch

and Ingrid said

are you allowed

to do that?

 

not that I know

I said

what if a policeman

comes?

 

she asked

I'll just say

it was alight

when I came

 

and I was

keeping warm

I replied

but that's lying

 

she said

stretching the truth

a little

I said

 

she frowned at me

her bruised eye

was on the mend

and was just a slight

 

memory now

-her old man's

handiwork-

what if you get burnt?

 

she said

risk of the game

I said

I shouldn't be here

 

if my dad saw me here

I'd be for it

she said

you're always for it

 

I said

you've only got to look

at your old man

and he whacks you

 

I replied

not always

she said

looking away

 

he slippered you

the other week

for dropping

that bottle of milk

 

she said nothing

but looked across

the bomb site

at the passing buses

 

on the New Kent Road

I got out a small tin

and opened it

want a cigarette?

 

she peered at me

then at the tin

where'd you get those?

she said

 

I made them

I said

made them?

yes out of dog-ends

 

I picked up

from the gutters

and borrowing

cigarette papers

 

from an uncle

I made them up

she pulled a face

but they must have

 

other people's

spit on them

she said

but the papers

 

are fresh

I said

and besides

the burning tobacco

 

gets rid of that

she looked at me

and said

yuk

 

I put the tin away

and we watched

the fire burning

a Rozzer stopped me

 

on here the other week

and said to me

did I see you smoking?

I said

 

no I've not been smoking

I'd flicked the **** end

onto the bomb site

behind me

 

and he looked

at me suspiciously

and said

better not let me

 

catch you sonny boy

and he walked off

I'd have wet myself

she said

 

if a policeman

stopped me

we watched the fire burning

for a few more minutes

 

then we went across

the bomb site

to the chip-shop

to buy 6d of chips

 

and stood outside

and shared them

watching the small bomb fire

burning across the way

 

on that cold

November day.

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terry-collett
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Jun 14, 2015
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A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1958

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