I remember well the stretch of his vest
as she pulled him towards her, across the school desk:
a little woman, with thin purple lips.
You are bad, she mouthed –
at six, he would have smelled her hot breath
and felt her spittle on his skin.
I remember then how miss told him:
You will never amount to anything.
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Julia. Sorry to say this isn’t ringing true. I really cannot see what’s going on. I just don’t get it. Mind you, I’m a dolt.
However, the last line, minus context, hurts badly.
Read it again Dunc- see if it makes more sense to you now x
I read it over and over, because I really like your work. It’s me. I’m thick
Oh hang on. I’m getting it now, Julia. I was in the wrong timeframe, despite the cues. Oh my… I did say I was dense
Not at all, Dunc – you made me go back to it 🙂
This is good! I like how you keep things short but send a message across…I need to learn that haha.
Thanks for reading, ladymiaou 🙂