Should I knock, or walk away? I hesitate; waiting for maybe one whole minute that seems so much longer. Another shout comes from behind the door and another machine gun burst of words and expletives and another minute passes as I stand in the hall. Now the
shouting has stopped from the other side. Aggression has been replaced by the sound of a child crying. Is this real I wonder? Am I really standing here listening to this like some bad TV drama? I imagine a camera panning away past my face to the block of flats opposite as a violin mournfully plays and the titles roll. I don’t want to knock on the door because I’m scared. Scared of what I will find out. Scared of something I know already, but don’t want in my head. Can I help? Probably not, but I knock anyway.
Dicky Carter is a resident of Farnborough, birthplace of the Chav, home of the neck tattoo.
And what awaits you on the other side of the door?
ReplyDeleteGood for you. My mother did that once, and single handedly backed down a young man beating his girl friend. She rescued the girl and the baby.
ReplyDeleteOK, now go on with your story.
Like my previous post, I want to know what happens.
ReplyDeleteI would most definitely want to knock...
ReplyDeleteThe shouting usually stops before the passionate making up scene. Well, you never know.
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So what happened? I need to know!
ReplyDeleteoh hell. I'd be pounding on that door like a judge with a gavel.
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