Crafting with Mummy.

‘Catch the loop, stupid girl. It’s crochet! Not bloody spaghetti. Pin it, pin it I say.’ My plump finger’s try so hard. My hands ache, my jaw clenched tight. I feel a sigh doop my shoulders. I open my mouth. A taste of metalic bitterness makes me wretch as my tounge wipes my lips. I can feel it pulsating, toothmarked and sore.

‘Useless girl.’ Her palm catches the nearest thing, my temple. I am pinned to that chair, my knickers damp as I flinch. This time I duck and she misses. Now she grunts, stoops eye to eye her spittle sprays my face. A hand as big as my head grasps, thumb in cheek, finger’s squeezing, digging.

Tomorrow I will wear makeup to school, At six, I learn how to change reality with imagination. First task of a Monday, tell the class what you did at the weekend. ‘Mummy taught me crafts’ I say this, standing proud on my chair.

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