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HELEN AND YOU AND THE BOMBED OUT FACTORY

Ought we to go in there?

Helen asked

as you both stood outside

 

the bombed out factory

off Rockingham Street

sure we should

 

you said

but it’s got

STAY OUT signs

 

on the big doors

she said

you looked at her

 

with her thick lens glasses

and her hair tied in plaits

nibbling her finger in anxiety

 

come on in

you said

nothing will happen to you

 

while you’re with me

she didn’t look convinced

what if someone sees us?

 

she asked

no one cares around here

kids are always going

 

on bombsites

you said

she looked around

 

her eyes seemingly larger

than they were

are you sure?

 

she said

yes now come on

and you took

 

her small hand

and pulled her through

a small opening

 

in the side

where other kids

had made an entrance

 

she a pulled face

on the other side

of the gate

 

and rubbed her arm

where a line of blood showed

look

 

she said

I’ve scratched myself

you dabbed at it

 

with a grey handkerchief

and spittle and she watched

as you cleared up

 

the line of blood

will it be all right?

yes

 

you said

it’ll be fine

and you walked on

 

across the yard

and into the bombed out factory by

a door hanging

 

on its hinges

and into the dark interior

she stood by the entrance inside

 

and took in the semi darkness

it’s frightening

she said

 

no one is here

you said

how do you know?

 

she asked

it’s too quiet

you said

 

she leaned closer to you

and grabbed your arm

what was that?

 

she whispered

a rat probably

what? she said

 

a rat

you said

let’s go out

 

she said

nothing will hurt you

while I’m here

 

and you patted

the toy gun

in the belt

 

of your jeans

she looked at you

then out

 

into the semi darkness

you walked in

and up the stone stairs

 

by a wall

and she followed

her breathing

 

becoming louder

as you walked up

once at the top

 

and along a landing

you came to a small office

where the door was missing

 

and there was a hole

in the roof where a bomb

had blown it off

 

as well as other parts

of the building

you stood

 

looking around

the room

where rain had rotted

 

what furniture remained

and on the floor

were books soaked

 

and rotting

Helen said

can we go now?

 

you looked up

through the hole

in the roof

 

and there

was the afternoon sun

and a white cloud

 

moving slowly across

a blue sky

and she moved

 

next to you

and kissed your cheek

but you didn’t know why.

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terry-collett
English
Published
Oct 28, 2012
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A GIRL AND BOY IN LONDON AND ON BOMBSITES

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