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Enid met me on the bomb site off Meadow Road. I had two of my six shooter cap guns in holsters each side of my waist hanging from my S belt. I showed her how to draw the guns and shoot straight BANG BANG I went. She jumped and stared shitless at me. Is it loaded? No just caps I said twirling the guns around my fingers as I’d seen the cowboys do in the cowboy films. I let them into the two holsters. Can I have a go? I smiled at her if you like. I undid the gun belt and handed it to her. She did the belt around her narrow waist and straightened the guns. What's the string for? She said. It's to keep the holsters rising when you go for the guns I said shall I tie it around your legs? She nodded. I knelt down and tied the two pieces of string around each of her thighs. She winced. What's up? Nothing she said. I tied it gently and stood back. I guessed her old man had belted her again hence the pain. Ready? I said. She nodded and stood with her hands at her sides her thin fingers moved like spiders as she waited to go for the guns. She seemed nervous looking down at her hands. Each gun is capped I said. She went for guns and drew quick and shot BANG BANG. I was zapped.
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
ZAPPED 1957.
Enid met me on the bomb site off Meadow Road. I had two of my six shooter cap guns in holsters each side of my waist hanging from my S belt. I showed her how to draw the guns and shoot straight BANG BANG I went. She jumped and stared shitless at me. Is it loaded? No just caps I said twirling the guns around my fingers as I’d seen the cowboys do in the cowboy films. I let them into the two holsters. Can I have a go? I smiled at her if you like. I undid the gun belt and handed it to her. She did the belt around her narrow waist and straightened the guns. What's the string for? She said. It's to keep the holsters rising when you go for the guns I said shall I tie it around your legs? She nodded. I knelt down and tied the two pieces of string around each of her thighs. She winced. What's up? Nothing she said. I tied it gently and stood back. I guessed her old man had belted her again hence the pain. Ready? I said. She nodded and stood with her hands at her sides her thin fingers moved like spiders as she waited to go for the guns. She seemed nervous looking down at her hands. Each gun is capped I said. She went for guns and drew quick and shot BANG BANG. I was zapped.
KIDS IN LONDON IN 1957
TerryCollett
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
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