Lying there,
Barely conscious of the act -
Her mind turned to other things:
De two pickney dem,
(Smiles to self)
De big boy learning real well,
And de second one…He coming long too…
Too wuffless doh,
Have to stop him spending time pun dat corner.

Note to self: Go down to dat block and embarrass the
Shit outta him.

Hurried dismount!
Over?
Thank God!
Hand over of crumpled bills without eye-contact,
Clock ticks over to the bewitching hour.
Dun wid dat

Have to get home before Claryss kick up a fuss.
Last look over the tiny room…
Got everything?
Ok, then.

She heads for the door –

She heard it before she felt it:
The first blow;
The second one she neither heard nor felt.

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Shawn Adderson Forde