The Craw

There were six children that I could see in this portion of economy. The shadow passed close by one of them and then there were five, without me being able to see exactly what had happened. The child was still there, kind of, but it was sagged into its seat as if it was apeing the bag of its clothes. I was reminded of something my mum used to say to me, if we were unlucky enough to get a tough bunch of chops from the butcher. Chew the goodness from the meat, she’d say. Then spit out what’s left.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s