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I’d just come back from Somerset the night before after staying with an aunt and uncle and was walking down from the Square when Enid was walking up from the baker shop off of Rockingham street I’ve missed you she said got back last night I said her left eye was bluey green skin how’s your old man? I asked still thumping his daughter happily? she looked away up at the flats behind us I walked into a lamppost she said wasn’t looking where I was going I noticed four finger size bruises on her arm but said nothing about them yes I know lampposts kind jump out at you when you pass by she looked at me I ought not talk to you she said why? my father said he doesn’t like you and I mustn’t talk to you but you are I said besides I don’t like your old man either so that make us kind of balanced I better go she said but stayed looking at me if I see your old man on the stairs of the flats I’ll trip him up ok? no no she said her mouth staying open I was kidding Enid relax she gripped the white paper bag of rolls in her hand and looked up at the flats missed you she whispered glad you’re back again and I watched her walk up the slope to the flats the sky was dark grey promising rain.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
ENID AND PROMISED RAIN.
I’d just come back from Somerset the night before after staying with an aunt and uncle and was walking down from the Square when Enid was walking up from the baker shop off of Rockingham street I’ve missed you she said got back last night I said her left eye was bluey green skin how’s your old man? I asked still thumping his daughter happily? she looked away up at the flats behind us I walked into a lamppost she said wasn’t looking where I was going I noticed four finger size bruises on her arm but said nothing about them yes I know lampposts kind jump out at you when you pass by she looked at me I ought not talk to you she said why? my father said he doesn’t like you and I mustn’t talk to you but you are I said besides I don’t like your old man either so that make us kind of balanced I better go she said but stayed looking at me if I see your old man on the stairs of the flats I’ll trip him up ok? no no she said her mouth staying open I was kidding Enid relax she gripped the white paper bag of rolls in her hand and looked up at the flats missed you she whispered glad you’re back again and I watched her walk up the slope to the flats the sky was dark grey promising rain.
BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
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