15th DecemberA Chapter by CaramelThomas is such a pig. At breakfast this morning, he was
making fun of my height. I’m small for my age, see. Lottie and Bert are both
half a head taller than me, while Millie can look into my eyes. Thomas towers
above everyone except Pa and was strutting about calling me ‘Little Lizzy’. I gave him a hard punch for that one, which he returned
and mother gave us a good clip round the ear for it. I was so glad when he left
to go to the mines with Pa and Tim, or he would have ended up even more
crippled than Charity Stuart. Anyway, the skies were turning pink so it was time to
head to work. Mr Finnfit was beating someone in the forecourt when we arrived;
it was a boy, my age maybe? It didn’t really matter what age he was, only that
he was crumpled and bleeding on the ground while everybody watched. No one went
to help him. That might put you out of a job and that would make your family suffer
and, in these times, you only looked out for your own. The boy was whimpering, begging for rest from the belt,
but he got no such peace from The Boss, “So what if your witch of a mother had
another demon? I expect you to be here working everyday!” What a vile thing to say! Tom called Mrs Hutchison a
witch once and Ma, Pa and Granma all hit him. Hard. But the sentence pulled at my memory. This must be a
Samson child, Mrs Samson had recently been ill because of childbirth. He must
have stayed with her the care for her and the new baby. What a silly thing to
do. Him being at work would benefit him more than staying at home because
they’ve got another mouth to feed. If the baby survives and his job goes it
will probably die anyway, whether from hunger or illness whose medicine they
can no longer afford. Although, many people die of hunger and illness whether
they’ve got a job or not! © 2012 Caramel |
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Added on April 15, 2012 Last Updated on April 15, 2012 AuthorCaramelPortsmouth, United KingdomAboutReally? Do I have to talk about myself? I tend to ramble a lot... Well... To sum me up in two words: Lazy perfectionist. It's complicated, I know. I haven't always loved writing, I used to hate it, .. more..Writing
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