Revisiting a Childhood Home

 

The smell of sleeping mouths hanging wide open; damp fumes spreading.

 

A pair of shoes with black melted plastic soles sizzling next to the fire.

 

A panting beast – it’s dreams interrupted with the occasional snore – with bottom parked on singed shoes.

 

A pair of red ankles emerging from beneath the dog’s belly.

 

A rug with a hideous green-geometrical edge pattern, filled in with brown-stained flowers.

 

A glass-fronted, saliva-sprayed and finger-smudged, orange-tinged bookcase – crammed full with

Catherine Cookson and her friends.

A ‘Mallen Litter, cursed with a white streak, taking comfort from ‘Poldark’, and bookmarked forever

with ‘Our Daily Bible Readings’.

A dying arthritic dog with loose bowels, yellow fangs and bad breath called Skip.


Last days.

No more crying.
 
 
Copyright owned by Jay Cool

 

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