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Thursday 28 April 2011

Fun Fair

The boy passed the blue Post Office
savings book across the counter
and withdrew his last ten pounds
knowing that although it was his
money, the intention of kindly
aunts and uncles and parents’ friends
who had donated towards the diminishing
balance, and his father’s explanation
of accrued interest, had been rather more
long term, as he stepped into the seat
of the twister and the man clamped
the safety bar down, and he closed
his eyes and wondered whether the
exquisite feeling in his stomach was guilt,
or the anticipation of the short lived
exhilaration of the ride, and the void
when it and the money had finished.


28th April 2011 
John H Davies



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