Roger Noons
a pint of brown and mild
I
gripped the stub of pencil dangling by a string. Reading down the Paper, I
paused at Emma Griffiths. By all accounts an energetic and effective woman.
Having begun with a £500 grant, she had created a business now employing a
hundred and twenty local people. She describes herself as a Middle Road
Conservative.
As my hand moved, I heard my father’s
cough, a legacy from smoking untipped cigarettes. It was followed by the hiss of
his spittle on hot coals. Phlegm resulting from fifty one years welding in a
century old factory.
I moved to the bottom of the sheet; marked
my cross.
James
Whitehouse
The
Labour Party.
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