Now Lorraine Has Gone by Chris Green
I can see clearly now Lorraine has gone. Lorraine used to hide my glasses and I would keep bumping into things around the house until I managed to find them. She knew how short-sighted I was and seemed to find my fumbling in the dark funny. I didn’t. I was covered in bruises. I’m relieved she upped and left. Now I can see all obstacles in my way.
Lorraine and I had been together for three years but with each passing day, she became more spiteful. She locked me out of the house when I went to the pub for a game of darts. She flushed my weed down the toilet. She burned a hole in my favourite floral shirt and she took my clarinet to Clic Sargent. Her malice knew no bounds. A week or so ago, she put caustic soda in the water in the washing up bowl and left it there, knowing I would come in from the shed and go to wash my hands in it. The liquid burned my hands badly. They hurt so much I was unable to crack on with the Spitfire plane construction kit I had bought on Gumtree. But I think I can make it now the pain has gone. All of the bad feelings have disappeared.
Since Lorraine left, even the weather seems to be improving. Gone are the dark clouds. The forecast is good. It’s going to be a bright, sunshiny day. I will be able to sit in the garden later with a long cool glass of cider and listen to my Jimmy Cliff Hits CD.
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