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The morning scene from the balcony of the flats is before you, the sky light blue, washed out, dim clouds. You see kids playing on the pram sheds, in the Square, skip-rope or football or riding bikes too big for them. Down below, Lydia, comes out of her parents' flat and stands on the red tile doorstep and peers out. You call down to her and she looks up. You ask if she wants to go see steam trains at London Bridge. She says yes and comes up the stairs. The coal lorry stops across the way; the coal man gets down from his cabin. Two boys play cowboys down by the fence, riding their invisible horses out of sight. Lydia comes up on to the balcony. She's dressed in her dull red dress; her straight hair is brushed unskilfully. You tell your mother where you are going and she says ok, but be careful. You walk with Lydia down the concrete stairs. She talks of her mother's moans and her father's talk of overtime and where he's going and on which train. You reach the ground floor and walk through the Square, down the slope and along Rockingham Street. You talk of the film your old man is taking you to see on Saturday, some Western film. She talks of her big sister coming in at an unsociable hour(her mother's word) and puking most of the night keeping her awake on and off. A train steams over the railway bridge noisily. You walk past the post office and turn right. Traffic passes by. You show her a pack of stamps you bought for your stamp collection. She looks at them disinterestedly.  You walk past the police station where you once took a pigeon that had a damaged wing trapped in cardboard box. You wonder what happened to it as you walk past. The policeman stared at you then the box and smiled at you an innocent child.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
Morning Scene 1958
The morning scene from the balcony of the flats is before you, the sky light blue, washed out, dim clouds. You see kids playing on the pram sheds, in the Square, skip-rope or football or riding bikes too big for them. Down below, Lydia, comes out of her parents' flat and stands on the red tile doorstep and peers out. You call down to her and she looks up. You ask if she wants to go see steam trains at London Bridge. She says yes and comes up the stairs. The coal lorry stops across the way; the coal man gets down from his cabin. Two boys play cowboys down by the fence, riding their invisible horses out of sight. Lydia comes up on to the balcony. She's dressed in her dull red dress; her straight hair is brushed unskilfully. You tell your mother where you are going and she says ok, but be careful. You walk with Lydia down the concrete stairs. She talks of her mother's moans and her father's talk of overtime and where he's going and on which train. You reach the ground floor and walk through the Square, down the slope and along Rockingham Street. You talk of the film your old man is taking you to see on Saturday, some Western film. She talks of her big sister coming in at an unsociable hour(her mother's word) and puking most of the night keeping her awake on and off. A train steams over the railway bridge noisily. You walk past the post office and turn right. Traffic passes by. You show her a pack of stamps you bought for your stamp collection. She looks at them disinterestedly.  You walk past the police station where you once took a pigeon that had a damaged wing trapped in cardboard box. You wonder what happened to it as you walk past. The policeman stared at you then the box and smiled at you an innocent child.
TerryCollett
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
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