Badge by Doobster @ Mindful Digressions
This week’s prompt: “naught/knot/not.”
My mother stood before me hands on hips, finger taking up space as always.
‘You are not to go out with that girl. She is naught but a hussy. A hussy you hear me.’
I felt the knot in my stomach tighten.
Linda was not a hussy. A girl yes. A hussy no. Though at fifteen I wasn’t sure what a hussy was.
She was in my class at school. We sat beside each other. We chatted a lot. Not about schoolwork but about the different worlds we lived in.
Where I was content in my world she was not in her’s.
She never really said it but there was something odd about her dad.
My mother was keen for me to do well in life. I could understand that. She knew Linda’s family; in fact everyone knew Linda’s family. Mum would go on for ages about impressions and reputation.
She reminded me that Linda’s father was known as a drunk within the community and that her mother worked in the meat factory, ‘up to her armpits in pig shit day and night’ my mother would say tossing her head into the air giving me the idea that we were to think of ourselves as being well above the likes of the Linda’s of this world.
Finally mum made me an ultimatum that if I went out with Linda my allowance would be cut off.
I told Linda on Monday at school. She just laughed and said that happens all the time.
I sat beside her for much of my school days. Not once did she appear in any way other than the Linda I knew. I did look up hussy and nowhere was there a single word that I equated with the Linda who chatted with me each day.