ONE FOR THE ROAD
PART2.
One of the first flickering of violence I seen from the front
window in Herbert street
as if on a wide screen TV. in high definition. The b-special numbers flashed in the full
moon light chasing a guy along the street, a trundgen caught the back of his legs
and brought him down into the gutter outside my window. I stood there in my brothers hand me down
pyjamas and beside me on the wall was a picture of Jesus in a crown of thorns with blood running down his face lit by a
little red cross. They kicked him into
the gutter calling him a fenian bastard, words I didn't understand but this scene became the norm for thirty years. they jumped on his head in hob-nailed boots
and open his head like a tomato, I looked to him and the picture of Jesus and
threw up all over the lino floor. my
mother rushed in and said don't worry son it will be ok and pulled the curtain
before removing my pyjamas and mopping up. She tucked me into the mattress on the floor kissed me and said don't
worry ade everything will be ok. The
next morning on the way to Mulhollands shop for broken biscuits, I checked the
path for blood to make sure I wasn't dreaming but the blood was scrubbed clean
and stained in bleach.
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