Bad
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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nobodysreadingme said,
September 21, 2015 at 5:21 pm
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.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
September 21, 2015 at 6:58 pm
Read it again Dunc- see if it makes more sense to you now x
nobodysreadingme said,
September 21, 2015 at 7:58 pm
I read it over and over, because I really like your work. It’s me. I’m thick
nobodysreadingme said,
September 21, 2015 at 8:02 pm
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
Julia Dean-Richards said,
September 21, 2015 at 8:28 pm
Not at all, Dunc – you made me go back to it 🙂
ladymiaou said,
October 11, 2015 at 8:15 pm
This is good! I like how you keep things short but send a message across…I need to learn that haha.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
October 12, 2015 at 9:02 am
Thanks for reading, ladymiaou 🙂