So how did YOU vote?
Gripping his daughter’s fragile hand,
and mangling the worms of her fingers
fiercely into his own, he spat the words
out into the humiliated air between us.
“Because I need to know,” he said.
“It’s important.” All the other parents –
mostly mothers – were marshalling their
creatively-fed boys and girls back
home from school to peel campaign stickers
from their windows and wheelie bins,
weigh up the final reckoning of promises
and lies. I looked first into her puzzled eyes,
then his, the seething milk of his eye-whites
coming to the boil before brimming over
onto his turnip skin, and abandoned all
those careful words I’d been preparing
in anticipation of this very question.
“The same way I always do,” I said.
“With a tiny little kiss,” before turning
and ushering myself furtively away.
first published in Snakeskin No. 243, 2017