Rickety, reckless, ridiculous more like!
A young couple. 19? Baby in pram.
A father, a nuisance, tattooed skull and ring
on his finger, fingers round her waist.
Hair like straw, attacked with heat from
Window-screen adaption to a day-time
‘Town please.’ she says
‘1.40, love.’ I mutter.
The baby shrieks,
a roar, menacing. Ears fragile to
the piercing heart beat of the soap
My eyes divert to the road. If I focus
I can hear him snap at her.
The baby’s tearful welcome draws to
Snap of her neck.
The baby is silenced.