Terraced housing and every door open. All the kids are ‘playing out’ until after dark and the calls from all the Mothers ring out down our street. Tea time.* Home we all trot, muddied and bloodied knees and smiles a mile wide. Food’s on the table and after grace we tuck in. Not much conversation round our table. Words are silently spoken with eyes only.
The corner shop has everything Mum needs to feed a young family. One stop and friendly. More time chatting than shopping. I can go in and out of houses as I please. It’s everyone’s street. Neighbours can clip me round the ear as can the local copper. Grey skies and rain predominate the weather, as we imagine scoring a cup final goal with a leather ball.
All year round April
showers make me smile these days
Cut me I bleed Manc**
Submission for dVerse Haibun Monday prompt.
*Tea Time in the North of England was the evening meal.
**Manc is short for Mancunian