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