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OLD LADY CONSOLES BEATEN UP YOUNG MAN(18)
© 2013 Kirstie Taylor
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All characters and terms including ‘boy’ ‘lad’ and ‘girl’ refer to people age 18 and over.
Old Granny Pearson was walking through the park one sunny afternoon when she saw this lad sitting on a bench. It looked like he’d been crying and when she took a closer look she noticed he had a black eye.
“Who’s done that to you?”
At first he didn’t want to talk to her. He bowed his head.
Old Granny Pearson wasn’t going to leave him like that; she just wasn’t that kind of person. She sat down next to him. He stood up but she pulled him back down again.
“Are you not going to tell me what happened then? Been fighting over a girl, have you?”
The black eyed lad looked at the caring/interfering old lady.
“Got into a fight with these Mendip lads.”
The old lady put her fingers on his forehead and took a closer look at his eye.
She opened her handbag and took out a packet of sweets.
“I’d rather have a can of lager.”
“I don’t think I’ve got any of those in my bag. Anyway, you’re not old enough to drink.”
“Oh, well I still haven’t got any cans in my handbag. Mint imperial?”
“Go on then.”
He took one out of the packet. She gave him the whole packet.
“Here. Have the lot. I can’t stand mint imperials.”
He gave her a funny look, took the mint imperials off her and stuffed them in his pocket.
“So you’ve been fighting, have you?”
He sucked on his mint imperial.
“If I’d have been there,” the old lady continued, “I’d have given ‘em what they deserve. The bastards.”