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Perhaps I'll try again another day

Unkempt, bedraggled,
Pushing her life before her
In a tatty shopping trolley,
Covered in a dirty duvet.
She moves around the town,
Head down,
Hugging the walls and side alleys,
Trying to be inconspicuous.

One day with curious concern, I approach.
"Hello, how are you today?"
She stares at me with wild eyes.
"Do you need anything,
A drink, something to eat?"
She opens her mouth,
Exposing rotten, stumpy teeth,
And replies, "I need peace - piss off."
Perhaps I'll try another day.

Weeks later I see her,
Hunched on a park bench,
Faithful trolley by her side.
She studies something in her hand.
I ponder on her age.
What reduced her to this life?
Rummaging in bins for food.
Sleeping in the underground carpark.
Does she have any family?
How does she survive the bitter, winter nights?

I pluck up the courage and walk over.
I notice white lines down her weathered cheeks,
Revealingly tear tracks,
Unveiling her sadness.
I sit on the bench beside her.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Go away, leave me alone." She croaks
I press on, "Can I buy you a hot drink
And something to eat before I go?"
She shrugs, wafting her unpleasant odour.
"What would you like?"
She shrugs again, not raising her head.

I go to a nearby refreshment shed
Purchase a sugared tea and bacon roll.
She doesn't look up as I place them on the bench beside her.
Then she utters, "You can piss off now."
 I go to leave and glance at a dog-eared photo she is holding,
A smiling couple, holding a young child.
Could she possibly be,
The pretty, young woman in the picture?
Maybe it's a son or daughter?
"Who's your photograph of?" I ask.
Clutching the picture to her breast,
She wildly looks at me,
Then shouts,
"I said, PISS OFF!"
I retreat.
Peering back over my shoulder
I see her,
Drinking tea and eating her roll,
Head down.
Perhaps I'll try again another day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 8/18/2018 12:40:00 PM
Oh my heart! This is so visual and real. Being an empath myself this touched my heart. I really like the story. Very well written and intriguing.
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Date: 7/5/2018 10:32:00 AM
Nice job; I could definitely see this in my head -JT
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Date: 11/17/2017 6:00:00 PM
This is sensitively portrayed. Keep trying.. I wrote a piece called Wobbly Wheel that I think you might appreciate. Thanks for putting words to this experience.
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Elizabeth Kinch
Date: 11/17/2017 8:43:00 PM
Thank you for commenting, I'll certainly check out your Wobbly Wheel piece.
Date: 11/11/2017 6:41:00 AM
Elizabeth, your poem reminds me of the one I wrote about my town's bag lady, except mine was not as rude! She has since passed away. Thank you for getting a laugh from my constipated old lady. Best to you in your writing endeavors. / M
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