![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Though my dad says that’s kind of fitting. And if you say that really fast it sounds like lunacy. Because my mum realized after they named me that that would make me Lou Lizzy. ‘Louisa Elizabeth Clark.’ I peered over the counter. This, I grasped after several seconds, was a demand for my passport. He held up his hand, waggling four fat fingers. I waited at the booth, long-haul sweat drying gently into my dress. The man in the uniform motioned me forward with a flick of his stubby finger. The only person I had ever seen with a moustache like that at home was Mr Naylor, our maths teacher, and he collected Digestive crumbs in his – we used to count them during algebra. You just didn’t get that kind of moustache at home. It was the moustache that reminded me I was no longer in England: a solid, grey millipede firmly obscuring the man’s upper lip a Village People moustache, a cowboy moustache, the miniature head of a broom that meant business. ![]()
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