He stood,
at the bottom,
of the Helter
Skelter.
Waiting.
She will not be long,
he thought.
Then they can go,
get some candyfloss,
perhaps win a goldfish.
He held her little duffel bag,
doll with the chewed ear
and sweets.
The rain started pouring and
she never came down.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | September 12, 2008 - 13:15
Oh dear. Such a sad tale!
Really enjoyed this one.
It reminded me of the goldfish I used to bring home in polythene bags from the fair on Hampstead Heath, many moons ago now. Most of them I 'won' fishing for ducks - each with numbers painted on them. The 'lucky' numbers won the prizes. By the way, they were plastic ducks, in case you were wondering.
Tina
sunshine | September 14, 2008 - 14:48
so sad and so beautifully simple. Margot