Monday 10 October 2011


The last ten years of her live L. has spent it staring at the ceiling. Embroidery magazines pile up around the bed. L. reads them every morning

Today is Friday. All the dogs are barking. I lie awake. Fear is all over me. I knew they will come in the morning. When they arrived, I felt almost relieved. Their boss comes to my room. He makes me open my nightie: a good look, hey boss. I am ordered to turn around very slowly. After a while we go outside. I am sitting on the table, legs apart. He bangs his truncheon between them, and threaten to punish my brothers. We go away into the night

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