soft things

By Rachel Tookey

She had one of those names

I can never remember

Soft

Like Claire or Rebecca or

What was

And she lived in this house

At the top of my street

The white house us kids called it

It had two large pillars by the door

And mum would always mumble

There goes Jackie Kennedy

Whenever we saw her pass us by

And I think my mum

She’d never say it

She’d never say a bad word about anybody

Heart of gold

But she’d nibble her pinkie

And then you’d know

Cause the thing is this woman

She’d never smile or

I remember once

It was at a Tesco

And I remember it because you didn’t see her out often

She was a recluse her husband too

And she was in the veg aisle and she was trying to pick up one of those

A pepper

I think

Or

Only her fingers had splints and she couldn’t quite-

I gave her a hand and dropped it in her basket

But she didn’t

Not a word of thanks

Gave me a look like

Then stalked away

My mum damn near nibbled her pinky right off

We didn’t see her around much after

She went to stay with a relative

Or at least that’s what we heard

That’s what he

Her husband

Nice man

We all thought

Everyone was so shocked when

I mean he’d sneak us ice cream when we were out playing and

My fiancé

He says

Why d’you always think about such horrid things eh

But

I just

You just think

Why did she

You know

Why didn’t she

Run out the door not up the stairs that’s what you learn from those horror films

Run out the door

And I

Sometimes I have this dream and in it

I have to pack everything before-

You know the essentials

Passport

Toothbrush

And I’ll get to the car and realise I forgot my purse or something

And I dash back in

And-

It was these little kids that found it

A suitcase

Gosh can you imagine

These little

They were only

And they pushed it over

And-

The smell.

Like old milk

And to this day I can’t I can never be in

Small spaces

I take one step and I think-

I think about her all the time actually

I mean it’s 3am and I can’t even

My head is just

We saw mum today

And I wanted to know if she remembered

But my fiancé Chris he got

He got quite mad actually

Not mad no

He just

Hot headed

That’s it

We had to leave before dinner in the end

He and mum-

She wouldn’t usually say a bad word about anybody but

It’s my fault really

I shouldn’t’ve brought it up

I’ll hear no end of it in the morning

He doesn’t like it when I go on

And I know I go on

I do

But I can never

What was

Emma?

No, that wasn’t it.

/rachel-tookey

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