Post by lenityg on Jan 22, 2008 17:43:00 GMT
It was the blueness of the eyes, the shape of the eyes that said so much. Although circled by lines now were still alerting made you look at her. Her hair had once been blonde now whiter than white, used to be long now short and stuck at angles. But those eyes were still young. They still held a spark of mischief. Still remembered when her and Bobby Harris had sneaked into the woods when they should have been at school. Still flickered when they remembered the stolen kiss.
A smile played round her lips as she glanced at the two young girls. They were speaking in low voices. One of them was a big girl with a big smile the other smaller, but they both had the eyes with the sense of mischief. She liked them, she would let them wash her. Not the other two with the dead eyes who talked over her.
She let them roll her to one side and the other, washing her, changing her, dressing her and wondered if they had any idea how she who now could not move, who could not walk or feed herself used to run through the fields, used to help her father on the farm and used to roll in the hay with Bobby Harris. She wondered if they could see in her the child she bore, in her stick thin bones and where the trousers hung off her whether they could imagine it swollen with her baby. She looked up and gazed at the girl who was holding her to one side. The girls eyes flicked down and that grin appeared on her face. Yes she liked her this one she would let feed her without refusing. This girl may never know the delicacies she tasted in paris, where she had danced with Bobby Hawkins, before the child she bore took her mind away from dancing. Took her mind away from Bobby Hawkins.
Her eyes glimmered with tears and the girl's eyes fixed on hers. The girl leant in to pull her jumper down and slid the hoist under her before the contraption lifted her up and swung her in the air. She wondered if the girl knows about the time someone else swung in the air. The girl leant in and took her hand. "Theres nothing to be frightened of Beatie" the girl said.
"We will have you down in a minute" She turned to her colleague.
"She doesn't like being up there she got such a look of fear in her eyes"
She saw the girls looking at her as she was placed into the chair by the metal contraption they called a hoist.
"Are we hurting you" asked the big girl as they removed the hoist sling and the tears rolled down her cheek. The big girl wiped the tears away with a gentle hand while the smaller girl brsuhed her hair gently with a comb, taming the wild ends. She looked at them. Their eyes held fondness for Beatie Hawkins. The big girl had said something to her colleague. "She is shockingly beautiful" was what she heard "It was a shockingly awful crime" was the phrase the judge used before he sentenced Robert Hawkins to death for murder. To hang for the murder of a child. Bobby Hawkins murdering a child. Bobby Hawkins who cried from those big brown eyes when he had to kill a chicken for dinner on the farm killing a child. A child who had stopped the rolls in the hay, the dancing in Paris, the tasting of delicacies. A child she bore and who bored her. It was the one thing the eyes didn't show. The eyes didn't show the eyes of a murderess.
A smile played round her lips as she glanced at the two young girls. They were speaking in low voices. One of them was a big girl with a big smile the other smaller, but they both had the eyes with the sense of mischief. She liked them, she would let them wash her. Not the other two with the dead eyes who talked over her.
She let them roll her to one side and the other, washing her, changing her, dressing her and wondered if they had any idea how she who now could not move, who could not walk or feed herself used to run through the fields, used to help her father on the farm and used to roll in the hay with Bobby Harris. She wondered if they could see in her the child she bore, in her stick thin bones and where the trousers hung off her whether they could imagine it swollen with her baby. She looked up and gazed at the girl who was holding her to one side. The girls eyes flicked down and that grin appeared on her face. Yes she liked her this one she would let feed her without refusing. This girl may never know the delicacies she tasted in paris, where she had danced with Bobby Hawkins, before the child she bore took her mind away from dancing. Took her mind away from Bobby Hawkins.
Her eyes glimmered with tears and the girl's eyes fixed on hers. The girl leant in to pull her jumper down and slid the hoist under her before the contraption lifted her up and swung her in the air. She wondered if the girl knows about the time someone else swung in the air. The girl leant in and took her hand. "Theres nothing to be frightened of Beatie" the girl said.
"We will have you down in a minute" She turned to her colleague.
"She doesn't like being up there she got such a look of fear in her eyes"
She saw the girls looking at her as she was placed into the chair by the metal contraption they called a hoist.
"Are we hurting you" asked the big girl as they removed the hoist sling and the tears rolled down her cheek. The big girl wiped the tears away with a gentle hand while the smaller girl brsuhed her hair gently with a comb, taming the wild ends. She looked at them. Their eyes held fondness for Beatie Hawkins. The big girl had said something to her colleague. "She is shockingly beautiful" was what she heard "It was a shockingly awful crime" was the phrase the judge used before he sentenced Robert Hawkins to death for murder. To hang for the murder of a child. Bobby Hawkins murdering a child. Bobby Hawkins who cried from those big brown eyes when he had to kill a chicken for dinner on the farm killing a child. A child who had stopped the rolls in the hay, the dancing in Paris, the tasting of delicacies. A child she bore and who bored her. It was the one thing the eyes didn't show. The eyes didn't show the eyes of a murderess.