A woman with whom I went to school

I Met A Woman I Went To School With I met a woman I went to school with at the baggage claim. In an instant I was back in a grey gymfrock with the incorrectly tied girdle, my flat chest, not getting the joke about Cleopatra going to the Nile periodically which was why it was red. Immediately I was transported to hopeless land. The blotchy colouring in, the teacher ignoring my waving hand for a place in the orchestra, both of us knowing I’d be too much trouble. Straight away my heart shrank in the face of The glowering, freckled spinster with Enormous feet, and orange hair who tried to make me write-handed because left was Latin for sinister. I met a woman I went to school with. I wish I hadn’t. I wish I had just sailed past, like a grown up might, nonchalantly hailing a taxi with a confident wave and sitting in the back looking up something important. Sue Heggie]]>