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Sunny Saturday Afternoon

Sunny Saturday Afternoon

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Published by Terry Collett
A BOY AND GIRL ON A LONDON BOMBSITE IN 1950S TALKING OF BOMBS AND WAR AND A SCHOOLBOY LOVE.
A BOY AND GIRL ON A LONDON BOMBSITE IN 1950S TALKING OF BOMBS AND WAR AND A SCHOOLBOY LOVE.

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Published by: Terry Collett on Apr 30, 2013
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SUNNY SATURDAY AFTERNOON. The sun shone brighton the Saturday afternoonas Helen put her dollBattered Bettyon the bombsite rubbleoff Arch Streetnear the coal wharf and sat down beside you(crossed legged)peeringat the bombed out ruinof a nearby housewonder what it felt likebeing bombed?she saidI meanone minuteyou’re trying to getthe kids to sleepnext minutea ruddy great bombblasts you allto Kingdom Comeyou offered hera sweet candy cigarettefrom a blue and yellow packetdon’t knowyou saidbut my mum said
 
that when she was homewith my granduring one bombing raidthey hid underthe kitchen tablewith her baby niece CarolHelen sat opened mouthedher hand holdingthe handof her battered dollanywayyou went onmy mum’s stepfather( her dad having diedfrom TB in 1936)was under there toobut my mum saidhe had his backsidesticking outfrom under the tableas if that was unbombableHelen laughedand so did youbet it was horribleto be bombedshe saidbut I would have hatedbeing evacuatedfrom my mumeven for a day
 
she suckedon the sweet cigaretteheld between two fingersand staredat the ruinwith half a roof and two walls standingrevealing wallpaperon the insideof one wallmy gran saidyou continuedan old couplenext to themon hearingthe air raid sirenbegan to runtoward the bomb shelterin the gardenwhen the old lady stoppedand the old man saidwhat you looking for?my teeth she saidand he saidthey’re droppingruddy bombsnot mince piesHelen splutteredinto laughteralmost on choking

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