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INGRID'S EAR.

Ingrid's right ear

was still numb

where her father

hit her head

 

as she climbed the stairs

to Benedict's flat

and knocked at his door

he's in the Park

 

I think Ingrid

or try the bomb site

on Meadow Row

his mother said

 

so she climbed down

the stairs

her eyes

filled with tears

 

her hearing like

she was under water

swimming

she crossed the Square

 

and over Bath Terrace

into the Park

passed by

the flowers beds

 

the trees

the wire fence

coming into view

her eyes scanned

 

through the wire

to see if he was on

the swings

but he wasn't

 

she entered the playground

and searched

but he wasn't there

her heart sank

 

low ebb feeling

she walked back

through the Park

along the path

 

and crossed

Bath Terrace

and back through

the Square

 

passed kids

playing skip rope

or football

some playing a tag game

 

running

here and there

she walked down

the slope

 

and over

Rockingham Street

passed the fish mongers

up the narrow pavement

 

passed the houses

her eyes watery

looking up the Row

hoping he'll be there

 

passed the public house

where her father went

and got drunk

and round

 

into the narrow

side road

where the bomb site

spread before her eyes

 

the coal wharf

on her right

horses and wagons

still there

 

she scanned the site

walked to the edge

her heart thumping

her eyes  searching

 

and there he was

over by the wall

of a bombed out house

2 walls gone

 

roof blown off

him standing there

picking up stones

she called his name

 

he turned and waved

she hurried towards him

over bricks

and stones

 

and chickweed

to where he stood  

2 small stones

in his hand

 

been looking for you

she said

her voice

on the edge

 

of breaking

what's the matter?

he said

but guessed

 

saw her watery eyes

her tone of voice

my ear hurts

she blurted out

 

and held her right ear

with her hand

your old man?

he said

 

she nodded

and cried

and Benedict

hugged her

 

his 9 year old arms

about

her thin shoulders

they stood

 

in the recess

of the bombed out house

sunlight pushing

through the tile less roof

 

unsure

what to say or do

he kissed her hand

and ear

 

a catapult wedged

in the back pocket

of his jeans

the small stones

 

held tight

in his left hand

he kissed the ear again

hoping

 

it would help

to heal the pain.

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terry-collett
English
Published
Mar 2, 2014
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A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.

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