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The Rag-And-Bone Man: A Forgotten Age

�Rag-and-bone! Rag-and-bone!�

A man trudges down their street,
Small and bent over and pushing a cart.
He stops right outside their house,
And taps on the window.

�The man is coming and knocking on the window.
Shouting and laughing and tapping at the glass.
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
The bone man�s here,
Standing in the hallway with a bottle of gin.�

Written by Lozzamus

Published 8th Nov 2019

#alcohol #city #poverty

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Re. The Rag-And-Bone Man: A Forgotten Age

Ahavati (Tams)

8th Nov 2019 9:32pm

Wow. I haven't thought about that story in ages. Post WWII was a horrendous field of poverty for many areas until the economy recovered. This is very well done, Lozzamus. The only thing that confused me was "hallway" - being it depicts inside the home vs out on the street. Then after a second read, I thought maybe it was someone coming home after scavenging. . .

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Lozzamus

- Edited 9th Nov 2019 9:37pm

9th Nov 2019 9:36pm

Yeah, family friend/petty criminal ..in the observer's mind (a boy), the bone man turns up at the house...singing in the street and laughing in the hallway with bottle of gin are seen through the boy's young eyes as one continuous act, even though the action starts outside and ends indoors.

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