It’s a shell-hard cold morning; up out of bed, you’ve brushed your teeth, wolfed down a bowl of corn flakes; now, with your schoolbag on your back, you are out walking in the icy air, breath like you’re smoking, not looking forward to Maths, first class, then Latin – but you know, as you approach the corner of the Dublin Road, at Scratch Moran’s sweet-shop……that…… if your timing is right………..just about six minutes past nine, when you come to cross the road,… that a car will be pulling up outside the Mercy Convent, your heart will rush, your head will spin and out of the passenger-side back door of that red Ford Cortina, registration 6954 IM, will step the most beautiful, most desired, soft and warm-looking prettiest creature in the world and you may speak shyly for the thirty yards from the car to her school gate; the day is made, it won’t get any better than this, and you look forward to lunchtime, the junior youth club on Tuesday night and six minutes past nine tomorrow morning.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 10:09:59 +0000
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