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ANOTHER DAY 1956.

Gran said I can go out,

said Janice, but not to go

on the bomb sites(I probably

 

will if Benny says so),

not to speak to strangers

(I won't), not to play

 

dangerous games(I may

if Benny has his bow

and arrows and he lets

 

me have ago), not to

show my knickers to boys

(I never would), not to eat

 

between meals( I may if

Benny buys me some chips

or a Mars bar), Gran waves

 

to me from the balcony,

her white handkerchief blowing

in the wind, don't be late home,

 

she says, I won't I say, and go

to meet Benny at the end

of Bath Terrace and see what

 

he is doing, Gran has gone

inside now, her words I don't

forget : You're only 8 years old,

 

ringing in my ears, as I go out

onto Bath Terrace and see

Benny at the end waving, he

 

has a cowboy hat on and his

rifle in his hand, where we going?

I say, the bomb site by the tabernacle,

 

it can be our Wild West,he says,

ok, I say, trying to forget Gran's

commands about bomb sites,

 

hoping she won't ask where

I’ve been, I cannot lie, taking

a chance, can I have ago with

 

your rifle? I ask sure you can,

Benny says, so we walk along

Rockingham Street, under the

 

railway bridge, a steam train

passing overhead, steam grey

and white puffing out and away,

 

another adventure, another day.

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Written by
TerryCollett
78 / M
Published
Dec 14, 2015
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A 8 YEAR OLD GIRL AND BOY IN LONDON IN 1956.

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