Metropolitan Lines Issue 2 - Brunel University
Metropolitan Lines Issue 2 - Brunel University
Metropolitan Lines Issue 2 - Brunel University
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Charles so the sooner my children<br />
get used to the rooms the better.<br />
Anyway, I want to show them my<br />
stones.’<br />
Maman became silent. Papa<br />
wheeled himself to his bureau, a<br />
great, roll-topped oak monstrosity<br />
with glass fronted bookshelves<br />
towering above it, and pulled open a<br />
drawer. I couldn’t contain my<br />
curiosity and followed him, all fear<br />
or revulsion I’d once felt for his<br />
disfigurement now forgotten in the<br />
joy of discovery. It was full of stones;<br />
geodes, fossils, rocks and splinters<br />
of quartz which flashed diamondbright<br />
in the flicker of the oil lamp. I<br />
gazed at this magic trove of geology<br />
and began to take them out one by<br />
one, passing them to my sisters once<br />
I’d pored over their every detail. I<br />
was too young to know what a fossil<br />
was. I hadn’t even started school,<br />
but their colours and textures<br />
fascinated me from the first time I<br />
saw them.<br />
There was a soft tap at the door.<br />
Magilligan entered with my father’s<br />
reading glasses and, before leaving,<br />
turned to my mother.<br />
‘Madame la Marquise,’ he began<br />
nervously. ‘If I had the boy out too<br />
long, I apologise. I won’t do it<br />
again.’<br />
Before my mother had a chance<br />
to respond, my father cut in with,<br />
‘Rubbish, Henri. You’ve nothing<br />
to apologise about. It’s what the boy<br />
needs, so you will do it again and<br />
20<br />
postgraduate fiction<br />
when I’m well enough, I’ll do it with<br />
you.’<br />
Magilligan was surprised and<br />
looked at my mother, who looked at<br />
the floor.<br />
‘Very well, Sir. Will that be all for<br />
the moment?’<br />
‘I’ll ring when I need you.’<br />
As he left, I observed my<br />
mother’s tense face and made a<br />
child’s vow always to look after<br />
Henri Magilligan. He had broken<br />
down the barrier between my father<br />
and myself. Papa was right on<br />
another issue. I’d spent too much<br />
time with women who spoiled and<br />
cosseted me. It was time to be a boy.<br />
Otherwise, I’d never be a man.<br />
<strong>Metropolitan</strong> <strong>Lines</strong> Summer 2008<br />
Magilligan<br />
Johanna Yacoub