Olive She’d seen it all, she’d well divined the values of the future but hadn’t thought the future would present itself so soon. She despised the synthetic morals they’d shaped from the shards of a religion. No one understood the twin and run down houses. All they thought was of their value, how she could “...sell and live in comfort...” All they thought was how they bruised their street, detracting from the gentry look, a selfish thorn that scratched their profit. And soon all the newly moved in guise of care, concern, poked the council behind her back behind their masks of friendship. They threatened her with the comfort of a cozy old folk’s home. She knows that when they say “Dear mad Olive, a character, don’t get on her bad side (She’s a little... wilful)” She knows what they mean is this: “Her houses are filthy and lower the tone of the street they encourage drunks and squatters. Have you seen her teeth or smelt the urine and heard the curses, bad language and curses she throws if you upset her? She’s a sensitive soul, a filthy, selfish sensitive soul” She let’s them say this because she knows she is their mirror and the person they describe is their own reflection. |
