I saw Enid’s old man
go off into the Square
cigarette in his mouth
swagging on his way
I watched him
go down the slope
and out of sight
into the evening's
dimming light
Enid was on the balcony
just over the way
she waved to me
we met
on the concrete stairway
with the electric
light bulb above us
he's gone out then I see
I said
yes to the pub for a drink
she said
why did you watch him go?
miss him being there?
she looked up the stairs
then down the stairs
no just making sure
he went
she said softly
the light bulb showed
a bruise on her chin
been at you again?
she rubbed her chin
hit my chin on a door
she said
the door he pushed at you
or the door he pushed you into?
she said nothing
but walked up the stairs
to the balcony
outside my parents' flat
I followed her
she leaned over the edge
and gazed into the Square
it was quiet
the kids gone indoors
the moon bright in the sky
stars shining
it was an accident
she said
he didn't mean it
I studied her
the dark hair straggly
her dull dress
her eyes rabbit-like
in fear
mustn't tell no one
she said
looking at me
I won't
(I told my mother later)
she rubbed chin
with her fingers
it must be me
he doesn't hit
my big sister or brother
he glares at me
she added
in a whisper
I moved closer to her
she smelt of damp clothes
if I were bigger
I’d punch him
down the stairs
I said
you're 9
she said
he's 35 and twice your size
I looked at her
and smiled
I had him in the sights
of my six-shooter gun
the other day
and when the cap went
BANG
he nigh on messed his pants
she laughed
then looked worried
did he see you?
he looked up
but couldn't see me
through the metal grill
she relaxed
and leaned her head
on my arm
next time
I’ll use my Wyatt Earp rifle
and get him in the back
she nodded
and I gazed
at the sky
turning black.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
I saw Enid’s old man
go off into the Square
cigarette in his mouth
swagging on his way
I watched him
go down the slope
and out of sight
into the evening's
dimming light
Enid was on the balcony
just over the way
she waved to me
we met
on the concrete stairway
with the electric
light bulb above us
he's gone out then I see
I said
yes to the pub for a drink
she said
why did you watch him go?
miss him being there?
she looked up the stairs
then down the stairs
no just making sure
he went
she said softly
the light bulb showed
a bruise on her chin
been at you again?
she rubbed her chin
hit my chin on a door
she said
the door he pushed at you
or the door he pushed you into?
she said nothing
but walked up the stairs
to the balcony
outside my parents' flat
I followed her
she leaned over the edge
and gazed into the Square
it was quiet
the kids gone indoors
the moon bright in the sky
stars shining
it was an accident
she said
he didn't mean it
I studied her
the dark hair straggly
her dull dress
her eyes rabbit-like
in fear
mustn't tell no one
she said
looking at me
I won't
(I told my mother later)
she rubbed chin
with her fingers
it must be me
he doesn't hit
my big sister or brother
he glares at me
she added
in a whisper
I moved closer to her
she smelt of damp clothes
if I were bigger
I’d punch him
down the stairs
I said
you're 9
she said
he's 35 and twice your size
I looked at her
and smiled
I had him in the sights
of my six-shooter gun
the other day
and when the cap went
BANG
he nigh on messed his pants
she laughed
then looked worried
did he see you?
he looked up
but couldn't see me
through the metal grill
she relaxed
and leaned her head
on my arm
next time
I’ll use my Wyatt Earp rifle
and get him in the back
she nodded
and I gazed
at the sky
turning black.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S.
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