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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3714 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Locket Lia (E. V. Brooks) They found his mother under Itchen Bridge, face down. Fourteen weeks, fourteen blood red reasons to blame himself while she twisted amongst the poles where old tyres and broken chairs bury hard in the river bed. He stood over her as she lay on cold metal without her blue flannel dress. Where is her necklace?-- a tiny blue stone embodied in a locket, a present dragged fifteen hundred yards to the docks and the bull rushes. She sleeps incomplete. In his nightmares, he doesn’t see his dead mother twisting under the water, her neck snapping against the supports of the bridge. He watches a woman with thin hands standing at the bank pulling up the locket from its death in the deep. |
