SHOWDOWN 1958A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL AND HER PARENTS AND A SHOWDOWN IN 1958 LONDON.Ingrid's father sat at the dining table her mother sat opposite Ingrid sat between looking at her plate of stew what have you done to your thumb? her father said gazing at her hand a plaster pinky stained cut it Ingrid said how did you cut your thumb? he said raising his eyes to her eyes on a knife she said looking at the plastered thumb what knife? he said I was cutting an apple and it slipped she said must be careful her mother said what knife? her father said a knife at Benny's mum's flat Ingrid said her mother stiffened and looked at her husband you were at his flat? he said Ingrid stared at her father his mum said I could have an apple Ingrid said but you went to his flat? her father said it won't hurt the once her mother said did I ask for your opinion? he said glaring at his wife just saying she said well don't he said Ingrid held her knife and fork above her plate what did I say about going to that kid's flat or even seeing him? the father said Ingrid hesitated then said not to see him and what did you do? he said saw him but his mum said I could have an apple there was a sudden movement and a hand cuffed Ingrid's head and she fell backwards off the chair the knife and fork flying out of her hands her mother jumped off her chair and stood over her daughter leave her alone you mustn't keep hitting her she said glaring at her husband Ingrid lay stunned her head spinning a pain about her ear she's to do as she's told he said and she will he added rising from his chair you touch her again and I’ll knife you his wife said grabbing a knife from the table standing over Ingrid he stared at his wife anger held in check his wife glared fire in her eyes he sat down sighed looked out the window at the coal wharf where wagons and lorries were being loaded with coal his wife helped Ingrid up and held her to her breast Ingrid held in her tears uncertain what was happening sit down her father said looking at his wife please sit down his wife and Ingrid sat down there was just the sound of knives and forks on plates and Ingrid holding back tears mouthed stew who put the plaster on your thumb? he said Benny's mum Ingrid said softly staring at her plate thank her did you? he said yes Ingrid said hesitantly good girl he said her mother breathed hard unsure of her temper anymore and if you want to see Benny you can her father said silence followed a chill filled the air and all Ingrid could do was stare. © 2015 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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