Unlucky to kill the spider that waits beneath the blanket. Gran uses lots of salt in cooking. Don't you spill the salt, she warns.
In class Mr Evans cut up a rat, its fur a sunny day, its body stiff. The semolina colours pink with a blob of jam. Billy crosses his knife and fork.
Tonight my gran tries her luck at bingo, our house ticking with time, slowly I'll climb the stairs with glass and scissors in hand.
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