Dedicated to: Judy Blythe
“I’m going to die” she thought. But
then, she often thought this. They all did. Every time there was the sound of
an engine or men’s voices, they wondered. You just never knew when it was your
turn to be loaded into the van.
Yesterday old Millie had gone. Poor
Millie – everyone had been so fond of her. She always knew exactly how to annoy
the men. Flo smiled as she remembered the time Millie rallied all the girls to
sick-up their food everywhere, just after clean-up time, and the colour it had
turned the Man-Chief’s face when he discovered it. The food had been better for
a whole week after that.
The Man-Chief had liked Millie too.
He’d got her pregnant six times and even though she’d had a boy each time, he
hadn’t been angry with her. “Poor Millie” he’d said, almost gently, “you just
can’t seem to give me a girl... I’m sorry” he’d told her, as he loaded each boy
into the van.
He never said sorry to the rest of
them. A tear ran down Flo’s cheek as she
remembered her own boy. He’d been so sweet. She’d had him in the night, making
as little noise as possible, so as not to wake the men up. She and Millie had
hidden him the next day when the Man-Chief came, but it was no good; the men
had found him and taken him. She’d fed him twice – she knew she was lucky for
that. Flo’s other babies, 3 so far, had been girls. They were still here
somewhere, but they’d been moved to another house and she hadn’t seen them for
months.
The bang of a door opening brought
Flo back to the present. The noise reverberated through the building and she
felt the vibrations on either side of her; with every pregnancy she had gotten
fatter and now the walls of her room touched on her on either side.
As the footsteps came closer, Flo
thought of her life: of the mother she didn’t remember but knew she must have
had, the babies she’d loved, the friends she had adored and all she’d given to
the men. The door to her room opened and there stood the Man-Chief. Behind him,
Flo could see the shadow of the van.
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Shudder!
ReplyDeleteIt's not a metaphor for battery farming is it?!!!
ReplyDeleteYup. I quite like that it works as a story even when people don't work that out x
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