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I was sitting on the concrete stairs of the flats where I lived in Banks House when Enid's old man walked up I was ********* cigarette cards of racing drivers he paused at the lower step and said where's Enid? she was in her flat a while ago I said I asked her if she wanted to go out but she said she had to wait to ask you so I thought I'd wait until you came home he looked at me his eyes tired where are you going? he said East Street market I said I want to buy a fish tank for fish I won at the funfair the other night he looked at me why'd you need her to go with you? he said moodily give her a bus ride and see the market traders plying their trade I said I'll see how she's behaved first he said if she's misbehaved I'll slap her backside and no mistake and she'll not go I studied him wondering if he was back to his old ways the Mr Nice Guy mask slipping ok I said I'll wait here he walked past me saying no other words his footsteps heavy on the concrete stairs I wondered if she'd be out and about or if her old man would find some excuse to slap her one and be as it was before him being a pain in the **** maybe less maybe more Enid never showed so I went off to the market to buy a fish tank from a stall on my own hearing in my inner ear Enid's sad moan.
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
ENID'S OLD MAN AND ME 1957.
I was sitting on the concrete stairs of the flats where I lived in Banks House when Enid's old man walked up I was ********* cigarette cards of racing drivers he paused at the lower step and said where's Enid? she was in her flat a while ago I said I asked her if she wanted to go out but she said she had to wait to ask you so I thought I'd wait until you came home he looked at me his eyes tired where are you going? he said East Street market I said I want to buy a fish tank for fish I won at the funfair the other night he looked at me why'd you need her to go with you? he said moodily give her a bus ride and see the market traders plying their trade I said I'll see how she's behaved first he said if she's misbehaved I'll slap her backside and no mistake and she'll not go I studied him wondering if he was back to his old ways the Mr Nice Guy mask slipping ok I said I'll wait here he walked past me saying no other words his footsteps heavy on the concrete stairs I wondered if she'd be out and about or if her old man would find some excuse to slap her one and be as it was before him being a pain in the **** maybe less maybe more Enid never showed so I went off to the market to buy a fish tank from a stall on my own hearing in my inner ear Enid's sad moan.
A BOY AND HIS FRIEND'S FATHER IN LONDON IN 1957
TerryCollett
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
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