6/26/2023 0 Comments Cider With Rosie by Laurie LeeCome down ’ome and we’ll stuff you with currants.’Īnd Marjorie, the eldest, lifted me into her long brown hair, and ran me jogging down the path and through the steep rose-filled garden, and set me down on the cottage doorstep, which was our home, though I couldn’t believe it. ‘There, there, it’s all right, don’t you wail any more. They leaned over me – one, two, three – their mouths smeared with red currants and their hands dripping with juice. Faces of rose, familiar, living huge shining faces hung up like shields between me and the sky faces with grins and white teeth (some broken) to be conjured up like genii with a howl, brushing off terror with their broad scoldings and affection. They came scrambling and calling up the steep rough bank, and parting the long grass found me. I put back my head and howled, and the sun hit me smartly on the face, like a bully.įrom this daylight nightmare I was awakened, as from many another, by the appearance of my sisters. I was lost and I did not expect to be found again. For the first time in my life I was alone in a world whose behaviour I could neither predict nor fathom: a world of birds that squealed, of plants that stank, of insects that sprang about without warning. For the first time in my life I was out of the sight of humans.įor the first time in my life I was out of the sight of humans.
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