She wore a red beret
on top of her blonde
head of hair. She had
pale features and pale
blue eyes. God must
have had a good day
when he created her.
We walked to school,
going under the railway
bridge and up behind
the large cinema, and
then down the subway.
Gran has bought me a
book, she said. What book?
I said. What Katy Did, she
said. What did she do?
I said. She related to me
as far as she had read.
It was not my kind of book,
but she seemed to think
it great. We walked along
St George's Road, past the
clothing store my old man
got his suits(he bought me
a black blazer there once).
Have you any books? she
asked. A few, I said. What
are they? she asked. I told
her the titles of the books.
But my favourite is about
Robin Hood, I said. I told
her the story. She listened
without interrupting(unusual)
until we got to school. We
parted at the gates( couldn't
let other boys see me with
a girl or they'd think I had
gone ***** I met Denis in
the playground. We swapped
cards. He gave me a strip
of gum and we talked about
what his old man did in the
War in someplace called Sicily.
One of us past wind and I knew
it wasn't me.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
She wore a red beret
on top of her blonde
head of hair. She had
pale features and pale
blue eyes. God must
have had a good day
when he created her.
We walked to school,
going under the railway
bridge and up behind
the large cinema, and
then down the subway.
Gran has bought me a
book, she said. What book?
I said. What Katy Did, she
said. What did she do?
I said. She related to me
as far as she had read.
It was not my kind of book,
but she seemed to think
it great. We walked along
St George's Road, past the
clothing store my old man
got his suits(he bought me
a black blazer there once).
Have you any books? she
asked. A few, I said. What
are they? she asked. I told
her the titles of the books.
But my favourite is about
Robin Hood, I said. I told
her the story. She listened
without interrupting(unusual)
until we got to school. We
parted at the gates( couldn't
let other boys see me with
a girl or they'd think I had
gone ***** I met Denis in
the playground. We swapped
cards. He gave me a strip
of gum and we talked about
what his old man did in the
War in someplace called Sicily.
One of us past wind and I knew
it wasn't me.
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