for dVerse poets haibun Monday…
On a few school days we carried a sweaty threepence in our hot little hands to get the most wonderful meal we could ever have. A big family and very little money meant that school lunches were normally jam sandwiches. Nobody ever wanted to swap for jam sandwiches! We reveled in the specialness of being able to order our fish and chips before school, and being allowed out at lunchtime to collect them from the local shop.
The excitement of watching the chip basket being lifted from the bubbling fat and banged against the side of the vat to get rid of any extra grease. Then the shaking, the spreading out of newspaper before the fish and chips were tipped in, the tipping of the salt (as if we were ever asked). The joy of clutching that hot parcel back to school. The envy of other children as they hung around looking for a swap. Hot steam rising from the torn end of the newsprint carrying the scent of fish. Just for one day we were in heaven.
of salty fingers
crunch of chips