In tow, holding on oh so tight, a small slender child.
Thelmapulled the child’s hat down over the little girl’s eyes , and coaxed her to cross to the dining-room.Two large suitcases sat together In the hallway:One had a train ticket. Attached to its handle : written there ,the address of Benjamin Button , undertaker and poet.
Entering the small vestibule she saw her sister,Hilda , shredding cuttings of the Forensic Fortnightly into a bedpan.
Slowly she slithered towards the child
Thelma was fair of head … but dark of soul.
The rain spat against the shuttered porch windows.
The air thick with the smell of cabbage sauce, burning wood and body odour.
Small group of girls
Long sensitive feelers trembling
left and right
Always Slow and set on her prey :
The little blonde girl with azure
The little one at the end
Sitting cross-legged on the bench.
Slow sure and silent
Close very close
She could smell something
Zniff zniff zzniff Orrible. Orrible
What an awful stench
She turned………. Hilda went over to the first and felt for the pulse
The three children lay in a broken rowHair tangled, all limp and lifeless.The youngest , blue-lipped and with her left knee bent double.