|Piazza Piuta (standard:romance, 4459 words)|
|Author: emdee||Added: Sep 26 2003||Views/Reads: 1697/1172||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A story about the breakdown of mother daughter realationship. A story about connecting with you past.|
Piazza Piuta West Green road was dotted with Parkview High Academy and St. David and St. Katharine uniforms. There was a small boy dodging the traffic, the bus stop outside the factory outlet shop was brimming with school children and the 41 bus sitting at it was bursting with them. There were boys and girls shouting at each other in English, Turkish and Somali, they were all probably saying the same thing. Keisha was glad she did not have to weave her way down West Green road that morning. She was heading towards Chestnuts Park, it was only the few stragglers of children walking up her road now. Their rucksacks almost dragging on the floor and blazers askew. The sky was a clear blue and it was cold, she tried to walk fast to warm herself but the cold made her feel as if she was dragging her feet. She had lost her gloves so she had tight fists rammed into her pocket. She turned left on to Black Boy Lane and breathed in deeply, she reached the park faster than she thought she would because she was ten minutes early the café was open and she was going to wait inside but then decided to walk around the park for a while. She slowly started to walk along the path towards the tennis courts; she walked until she got to the white wall that was the back of a clothes factory. It used to be covered in graffiti huge three dimensional letters sprayed gold and silver and black. She turned and looked at the old brown wooden building that used to be the Chestnuts Playscheme, every summer she would go reluctantly and meet temporary new mates who she would never see again once the summer was finished. She was remembering running along the path with Mary Jo who said,”Let's pretend to be fugitives!” “What's a fugitive?” Keisha asked. “It's when you're running from the police.” “Oh, yeah let's pretend to be fugitives!” An immense feeling of warmth and excitement washed over Keisha she felt as if she was floating in the air. All of a sudden it was midnight and the night breeze bit into her stiff cold face. It was raining and the police helicopter was hanging in the sky and the beams from the police flashlights were wandering around the park and the dogs barks were getting louder and louder. Keisha was trying to climb a steep hill but was slipping all over the place. Her face was drenched with rain and her heart was thundering in her ears. She could hear someone laughing it was getting nearer and nearer but she was too scared to look round. After a while the laughter sounded so familiar that she felt she had to turn around. It was Mary Jo almost bent over in hysterics. It jolted Keisha out of her fantasy. “What is it?” Keisha asked out of breath now. “We're not really fugitives Keisha.” Mary could hardly speak or see because of the tears coming down her eyes. “Y- you take things so seriously.” Mary looked around to check nobody was watching them. “Yeah, I know but you said let's pretend.” Keisha could feel her eyes warming with tears. She did not want Mary Jo to see her cry, she quickly turned her back to her and wiped her eyes. “Yeah but you really pretend, you're so funny.” Keisha checked her watch and only a couple of minutes had gone by, she headed towards the children's play area and sat on the bench. She looked at the slide, it was silver and shiny. At one summer playscheme her friend Lisa told her that one of the other girls did not have any knickers on. “Yeah right” Keisha said in disbelief. “It's true, when she was going down the slide there was a breeze and I saw.” For about fifteen minutes Keisha was trying to look for confirmation of this, but it was no use she could not see. Lisa decided to name the girl breeze, they giggled and nudged each other for the rest of the afternoon. Lisa eventually asked the about her knickers, she sheepishly said, “I forgot to put them on.” Keisha laughed to herself as she imbedded her hands deeper into her pockets, the 341 bus trundled down Black Boy Lane and sighed at the bus stop outside Woodlands Park Junior School. Jade, who was Keisha's best friend in junior school used to take the 341 bus home from school. It used to be the171a and changed colour countless of times since then, now it was run by Capital buses Jade had lived everywhere; Holland, Paris, New York and Jamaica. Jade would be in school and then all of a sudden she would have to leave and go and live somewhere else. Piuta was best friend less for months at a time. Click here to read the rest of this story (339 more lines)
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