At this week's Sunday's Whirligig we have been challenged to write a short story or poem using the following words; scarlet, play, pretend, stench, flying, verses, scars, holding, inscriptions, silence, shoes and demanding. Here is mine.
Something in the city
You never knew did you? "She’s flying high, I’m so proud of her" you said. "She’s something in the city you know". Well, at least you got that right.
It wasn’t easy playing the perfect daughter, pretending I was everything you thought I was. You never saw my inner scars; you never really knew me.
Those that do call me Scarlet Susan. And you know what? I don’t mind. Whatever they demand is just fine by me. It’s only a job I tell myself. That’s all. I wear designer clothes, I eat in the finest restaurants, stay in exclusive hotels. And I get amply rewarded by politicians and businessmen for my services .....and my silence.
It’s cold today. Are you cold? I wish you could wrap me in a blanket and hold me like you used to when I was small. We'd sit gazing into each others eyes. Do you remember?
Look at all these miserable grey headstones; verses chosen because they sound nice. Your inscription is no different. Your stupid brother wrote it. ‘Those we love don’t go away; they walk beside us every day’. Please God, don’t let that be true.
Why did you leave me? Why did you die so young? Was it my punishment for deceiving you? Do you know about me now? Do you know what I really am? Do you? DO YOU....?
Look at me, sitting here holding a bunch of wilting flowers from the corner shop, my tarty high-heel shoes caked in mud, mascara running down my face.
I’d like to say I’ll change. But I won’t. I know that and you probably do now.
Please forgive me Mummy, please.Picture: At Dills grave by N Deed at deviantART