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Red Velvet
Elanna Herbert

   
 
  ...cup of tea, Mummy's in the kitchen at the end of the passage, having a cup of tea. I'm walking on the ceiling in the hallway it's the same as our house. Along the ceiling I walk into the hallway and into the lounge room and into the bedrooms along the front hallway then turn into the passage to the kitchen turn the corner, oops, can't see there. Walking on this ceiling makes their house the same as ours, upside down. Lying on the carpet, yellow swirls below, legs in the air, waiting for the cup of tea to finish. I want to go home now Mummy I want to go I have to check our house to make sure it is the same as this. I want to lie on our polished lino and slide along on my back and look, I will look at the ceiling and see it is the same as theirs but upside down, just like this I walk along the ceiling back along the passage turn into the hallway past the bedroom smells; nylon and chiffon and frills pretty smells, past the lounge room to the front door I want to go home now...
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  ...Sharon has a red velvet dress, velvet, dark red white lace, it is new, beautiful, she is wearing it today to the library, all the way to the library at the shops. I am going with Sharon walking beside her watching the red dress, I want one of those, beautiful. Sharon is beautiful in the dress, she is a big kid. I hold her hand, she knows what to do about roads and what to say to the ladies at the library, she knows how to get the books, she holds a purse, with the tickets in it, pale blue cardboard there will be a show, puppets at the library, we go in, sit on the floor. Kids are there with their mummies, we are together. I sit next to Sharon, the red dress is beautiful. She smoothes it carefully over her knees, I want to reach out and touch it but now the lady takes our tickets I think I see Sharon has some money in the purse. Thruppence for lollies later, so hard to decide, we sit cross legs on the floor, the library sun comes into the smell of the books, plastic covers, big books, bright pictures exciting books on shelves, lots and lots, which one today? Sharon can get the books then the lady does the writing on the orange cards they have our name on them and they know we have the book now we can take it home. We walk home together. I hold my library book close and with my other hand I hold Sharon's hand as we cross the road look left look right look left again, like we learnt in school. Sharon has shiny leather shoes, and white socks, new socks, with lace frills, beautiful...
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Volume Four 
Issue Two: November 2003
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