Broken Window

Broken Window “Stand aside, the shop keeper impolitely said, paying customer first.” Mother and I stood aside and waited it took long busy now before Yule, she had a card from the social to purchase boots and jumpers and I was getting fidgety and upset. Finally we got our stuff in a brown paper bag, time was hard fancy papers was for those who had money. I was seven but the humiliation was gnawing a big hole in my guts, mother said: “Beggars can be choosers” I was silent. The local paper reported about a broken shop window, oddly nothing was stolen, I smiled proud of my mother, she had a job nearby cleaning the office of a tropical fruit importer, in a good mood now she smoked a cigarette.