YSJ Anthology 2015
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TAP TAP<br />
Brittany Williams<br />
‘Who’s there?’ The words seem so feeble as they start to escape my<br />
lips, yet so was the strength I had, feeble, that’s it, nothing more. I<br />
don’t know what awaits me behind the door; truthfully I don’t want<br />
to know. I don’t think that is a decision which is mine to make.<br />
Fingers are starting to tap the door. Tap, after tap, after tap. I don’t<br />
know if I am as scared any more, not about what will happen to me<br />
at least.<br />
When I was eight I used to hide behind the back gate in my garden<br />
and watch a man out of a peephole. He was such a peculiar chap but<br />
he was a gentleman, I remember that bit, clear as day. No one could<br />
take that title away from him. He dressed in suits every day, no<br />
matter whether it was pouring with rain or so sunny the sky scorched<br />
with colour.<br />
He never really spoke to anyone, I guess that is why I can only label<br />
him as ‘he’. Nevertheless, I remember watching him, watching him<br />
buy milk every third morning of the week. More sadly, I remember<br />
him placing gathered flowers at his wife’s grave.<br />
He lost his wife when he was young, too young for it not to be<br />
labelled purely as a tragedy. He was so weak yet so strong, I think<br />
he was just too strong to let heartbreak kill him. His muscles kept<br />
him upright, whilst underneath he crumbled. He was nothing more<br />
than a framed existence, a hollow death.<br />
He never believed in God, not the day he said goodbye to his parents<br />
in flower-valley church, never-ever. Yet the day he said goodbye to<br />
her, you could tell in his eyes he willed God to take him too. His<br />
desire to live always with her, challenged the absolution of science.<br />
However, as he was forced to live on, his body took on the persona<br />
of death. Worse still, this extended to his clothes, his eyes, and most<br />
troubling, his smile. Long gone were the days of tweed suits and a<br />
bright orange hanky. No, he dressed only in a black suit, more a<br />
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