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I stand on the balcony of the flats where I live early morning dry sky the milkman and his horse drawn wagon appears on my left he is pulling the reins and the horse trots onward head in a nosebag eating kids are playing on the pram sheds or in the Square Enid comes along my balcony towards me she has no visible bruising or bruises no black eyes or split lips you're up early I say fall out of bed?   She shakes her head no I had a lie in and Mum got my breakfast and Dad sat and talked to me about last night and the meal we had and the cinema afterwards she says still hasn't hit you yet then or your mum? I say she shakes her head and looks over the balcony the milkman is right below us now and the horse lowers its head eating from the bag has he gone all religious your old man? I say she looks at me don't know he doesn't talk about God or religion or nothing she says but I am still fearful that he will one day hit me and Mum again and leather me she looks out at the sky it's in his eyes that's where I look she says they tell me his moods but at the moment I can't see like I did is your dad religious? She asks me don't think so I say he never talks about God he does sometimes say o Christ but that's usually if he has no money or something like that she looks at me and kisses my 9 year old cheek with her 9 year old lips hope my dad is religious she says I don't want him to become like he was again I feel her damp kiss on my cheek like an invisible stain.
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
AN INVISIBLE STAIN 1957
I stand on the balcony of the flats where I live early morning dry sky the milkman and his horse drawn wagon appears on my left he is pulling the reins and the horse trots onward head in a nosebag eating kids are playing on the pram sheds or in the Square Enid comes along my balcony towards me she has no visible bruising or bruises no black eyes or split lips you're up early I say fall out of bed?   She shakes her head no I had a lie in and Mum got my breakfast and Dad sat and talked to me about last night and the meal we had and the cinema afterwards she says still hasn't hit you yet then or your mum? I say she shakes her head and looks over the balcony the milkman is right below us now and the horse lowers its head eating from the bag has he gone all religious your old man? I say she looks at me don't know he doesn't talk about God or religion or nothing she says but I am still fearful that he will one day hit me and Mum again and leather me she looks out at the sky it's in his eyes that's where I look she says they tell me his moods but at the moment I can't see like I did is your dad religious? She asks me don't think so I say he never talks about God he does sometimes say o Christ but that's usually if he has no money or something like that she looks at me and kisses my 9 year old cheek with her 9 year old lips hope my dad is religious she says I don't want him to become like he was again I feel her damp kiss on my cheek like an invisible stain.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1957
TerryCollett
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
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