Carnival Queens
Grandma started sewing sequins last September. We lost her this February. Mum got a discount on the feather boas, because she had to buy three.
The thud from the speakers pounds in my heart, as the Tinsel strewn truck eases up Granby Street.
I clasp my Sister’s hands tight: we’ve practised this dance since we were barely able to walk. We dance for Grandma. We dance for Mum. We dance for Dad who couldn’t get the day off work.
We see the crowd point, we triplets are used to that.
The rain doesn’t really matter.
Today, we are the Sunshine.
- Category: General / Misc
- Tags: Caribbean Carnival, Leicester
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Neville Hunt 9 months ago
How lovely, Lisa. Such a heartwarming read.
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Lisa Williams 9 months ago
Thank you Nev- I've got a slot on local community radio reading my drabbles and this is one I wrote specially for the Caribbean carnival show xx
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Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Well done you, Lisa! Drabbles are so perfect for radio. Wish you could get a slot on Radio 4, then I could listen to them too! I seem to recall that some years ago you had a storytelling slot on a writers’ website/social media channel... unless I’m imagining it.
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Lisa Williams 8 months ago
Yes - I hook up to a 100 word podcast most weeks too! Good memory xx
