MOTHER IN OUR MOTOR

​With steam eminating from our mouths ..socks on our hands … mother would engage the clutch .. pump the accelator …  then as if  by some mystery  a nechanical cough would bring the jalopy to life … with a fiendish glint .. she would  race off into the early morning ..mist  … on the occasions  we travelled with   her  …she could not travel  a route  that had traffic lights  in case  the engine  would cut out …so  our  resulting  journey took us rarely directly to school …  if we  came  across   a traffic jam .. an elected member of our party   was sent ahead to buy her cigarettes  20p at the time and pickled onion outerspacers 2p  for the non smokers ….

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Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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