my thoughts… Like scabby rocks, little pieces of sharp metal,my thoughts. Like the scratchy fake long fingernails of uselessness, my thoughts. Tinny sounds that make my ears sting and my teeth grind, my thoughts. Pointy, spiky. Barbed wiry with bits of wool stuck to them blowing in the wind a…
Author: HonestInk
I remember not so long ago
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The prune
I remember another of my mother’s boyfriends. I don’t remember his real name but we called him Prune. He had a face like one. He also had all these war relics hung up on the walls of his home. German helmets and knives and stuff. When he got drunk he…
I remember in my thirties
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Little tiny human
I remember feeling that it couldn’t be happening. I just didn’t have the energy. I was going in for an emergency Cesarean and I’d had the pre-med. It felt like I was about to climb mount Everest but had not taken on board the seriousness of the task and got…
I remember as a child
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Hiding
I remember when we used to turn all the lights out and watch out of the window. We were waiting to see if Robin was drunk. If he could walk straight. He’d been at work you see. Only he hadn’t. He’d been in the pub all day. Mum had found…
I remember as a child
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The ovens
I remember when we were living in the pizzeria in Andorra and the massive gas oven blew up in the kitchen. I just remember the almighty bang and have an idea of Neil shuffling me and sis into a bedroom, out of the way. This was nothing new, he liked…
I remember as a child
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Talking posh
Me and sis were in a school for young ladies now and everyone had money. This is great if you haven’t just moved from a high rise in Seacroft. I remember that my reading aloud was considered animated and interesting enough to hold an audience and I was chosen to…
I remember as a child
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Ravioli, chips and peas
I remember my mother ‘going to Clifton’. Clifton hospital near York. On googling, I find there was a county asylum there until around 1994. I’ve no idea if this was the place but she was gone for what seemed a while in a young girls life. She made me a…
I remember as a child
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The Library
I remember books. I’ve always loved books. The smell of a new book and it’s pristine pages is a little bit of rapture in everyday life. As a child I spent hours and hours on Saturdays with my spending money in W.H.Smiths. I wanted them all. I had to touch…
I remember as a child
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The caravanette
I remember our little holidays with granny Vi and grandad Bill in the caravanette at Primrose Valley in Filey. It always rained, and rained and rained. I remember playing cards with granny Vi and I remember the cramped, claustrophobic feeling and the smell of cigarettes and damp and bacon grease….
I remember as a child
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Ciders in the shed
I remember things going downhill pretty quickly after the marriage to Robin. He was an alcoholic and he hid it well. He’d go off down the shed to do some manly thing or other. One day Mum found the empty cider bottles. Things escalated and he started getting violent. Me,…