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Benny knocked at Lydia's parents' flat to see if she was coming out to the morning cinema matinee, the door opened and her mother stood there hair in curlers cigarette hanging from the corner of her thin lipped mouth, yes what do you want? she said folding her arms over her aproned breast, is Lydia coming to the matinee? Benny asked, no she's not well got a cold or something the mother said letting out a puff of smoke as she spoke, O Benny said sorry about that hope she's feeling better soon, the mother looked at him I will pass on your words she said, could I see her for a few minutes? Benny said, no she's seeing no one the mother replied her eyes staring at him, he nodded and said ok and walked away, the door closed behind him with a hard click, he walked back across the Square disappointed Lydia wasn't coming but there was nothing he could do, he took out his 6 shooter toy gun out of the holster and spun it around his finger a few times like he'd seen Billy the Kid do in a film he'd seen, then quickly put it back in the holster with a flourish, then walked on down the slope towards Meadow Row, off to the matinee at the ABC cinema, across the bomb site, looking forward to going to the cinema with his old man that night.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC
LYDIA UNWELL 1958.
Benny knocked at Lydia's parents' flat to see if she was coming out to the morning cinema matinee, the door opened and her mother stood there hair in curlers cigarette hanging from the corner of her thin lipped mouth, yes what do you want? she said folding her arms over her aproned breast, is Lydia coming to the matinee? Benny asked, no she's not well got a cold or something the mother said letting out a puff of smoke as she spoke, O Benny said sorry about that hope she's feeling better soon, the mother looked at him I will pass on your words she said, could I see her for a few minutes? Benny said, no she's seeing no one the mother replied her eyes staring at him, he nodded and said ok and walked away, the door closed behind him with a hard click, he walked back across the Square disappointed Lydia wasn't coming but there was nothing he could do, he took out his 6 shooter toy gun out of the holster and spun it around his finger a few times like he'd seen Billy the Kid do in a film he'd seen, then quickly put it back in the holster with a flourish, then walked on down the slope towards Meadow Row, off to the matinee at the ABC cinema, across the bomb site, looking forward to going to the cinema with his old man that night.
A BOY AND A GIRL UNWELL IN LONDON IN 1957
TerryCollett
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC
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