Monday, 14 November 2011

Story 3 - The Scar

That was the night your grandmother’d locked me out for the umpteenth time; banished to the garden once again.

Your mum and dad were there in the wee hours of the morning. Neither of them spotting me huddled under the apple tree.

Only time I ever saw your dad. Probably the night you got your first glimpse of life as such. But by some small miracle you turned out a lovely little lass you did.

Got this dam scar trying to break in at 5 o’clock. Blood everywhere. Grandma went spare. Only time she ever met your dad and all.

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