PRETENDED NOT TO CARE 1955A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1955.Benny and Helen got off the bus at Camberwell Green, and Benny showed her the shops, and they looked around; he at the toy shops looking at guns and holsters, and rifles with pictures of cowboys on the packet, and she at dolls and prams, and skipping ropes; then he showed her the hospital where he was born which was a way further along a long road. That's where I was born, he said, showing her the hospital, pointing it out. Why were you born there, and not Guy's hospital? Helen said. Because my mum lived in Dulwich then, and not the Elephant, Benny said. O I see, said Helen, wide-eyed through her thick lens spectacles. I was born in Guy's hospital, Helen said. They stood watching for a while, then they walked back to the shops again, and found a cafe, and went in, and Benny bought them both ice creams, and they walked to Camberwell Park, and sat on one of the seats, and ate their ice creams. I was in another hospital when I was about 6 weeks old, Benny said. Why was that? Helen said. I had a twisted gut, Benny said, and nearly died. Helen gazed at him: her eyes big and shocked. Did you? she said. Yes I was baptised in the hospital, and my aunt, and some medical staff were my godparents, Benny said. Glad you didn't die, she said. Me too, Benny said, couldn't have bought these ice creams then, or be sitting here with you. And I wouldn't be here, because Mum would never let me come this far on my own, and then I wouldn't have seen it, or the hospital where you were born, Helen said. They sat in the park and ate their ice creams, and then Benny showed her the cinema he came to sometimes, a real fleapit, he said, but they show good films. Can I come with you next time? she said, if Mum'll let me. Sure you can, Benny said. She kissed him on the cheek, and he hoped that no boys from school saw the kiss in case they thought him a cissy, but it was a good kiss he supposed, as far as he knew. But what was a 7 year old boy, having been kissed by a 7 year old girl, to do? He pretended it wasn't there, and pretended not to care. © 2016 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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