Chris McKinney
When Chrissie Bradshaw and her
brother Davy discovered what they were up against with their billeter, Davy attacks her with a knife, with horrific consequences.They try to run home along the railway lines,and are brought back by a friendly policeman.Schooldays are mainly hilarious, thanks to the Phillips Brothers....the Riley family, and Simple Dick who kidnaps one of the girls..Chrissie is Mortified when sent to school wearing a baby's nappy which she has to explain to the Leacherous music teacher..Mr Greenfield.
CHRIS McKINNEY IS NOW RETIRED AND WRITING BOOKS,
Mainly STORIES OF HER PAST, WHICH ARE BASED ON TRUTH...
Sweet Violets is the first..
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A very compelling story
About her and HER BROTHER
WHO,AT A VERY YOUNG AGE, AND BECAUSE OF
THE DANGERS AND HORRORS OF THE WAR,
WERE SENT TO LIVE ELSEWHERE FOR THE SAKE
OF THEIR SAFETY, AND ON ARRIVAL AT THEIR
DESTINATION,APPREHENSIVE AND SCARED,
THEY WERE BILLETED WITH A STRANGE WOMAN ...
WHY SWEET VIOLETS?
IT WAS THE TITLE OF A SONG SIGNIFICANT
TO THE STORY, AND ONE WHICH OUR
FATHER WOULD SING TO US in happier times..
(Sweet Violets,
Sweeter than all the roses,
Covered all over from head to toe,
Covered all over in Sweet Violets...)
"He’s bleeding, stop it..”I choked as I saw blood trickle down his face and into his ear.."That's it now, I’m telling the police,I’ll tell school..I’ll tell everybody”….I made a final effort to stop Mrs N,by kicking and hitting her,not caring anymore whether she killed me, I certainly wanted to kill her..I ran past her and Davy into the coal house, intending to pick up a broom or a shovel to hit her with,and as if it had been put there for this very purpose ,I spotted a chopping axe leant up against the wall..I didn’t hesitate to pick it up,I was glad I had found it, thrilled ,elated,excited, a mixture of all these senses ran through my battered body,and something in my head was saying “go on, do it, go on kill her, you’ll be free..home… home…” Grabbing the axe with both hands, I charged blindly into the kitchen wielding it above my head..”I’ll get you,” I sobbed, stepping over Davy “I’ll kill you.” Mrs N’s evil eyes flashed up at me,”You little bitch, put that down,”she snarled,lunging at me with one hand and covering her face with the other..Hysterically I drew my arms back over my head, tightly gripping the axe handle and I gave a last almighty backward thrust ready for a good forward pitch to find it’s mark and put an end to this wicked woman forever..
