Monday, December 21, 2015


Lindsay doesn’t like Mr Batten. Lindsay thinks Mr Batten is a pompous old fool who should actually read the classics he’s extolling the virtues of. That’s OK, because Mr Batten thinks Lindsay is a silly young boy who should actually read the classics, full stop.

Lindsay also doesn’t like Mr Batten's daughter. Cynthia is all fairy floss and candy canes, oh-so-sugary and synthetically sweet, even out of season. Her hair sparkles in the sunlight as she runs around the playground, alternately chasing the boys and being chased by them. Her eyes twinkle and her tinkling laughter begins its crescendo as she ducks and weaves, to and fro, carefully evading all the boys until Tim crosses her path. It’s always Tim who catches her, and kisses her. It’s always in Tim’s grasp that her laughter climaxes. Lindsay doesn’t think Cynthia should be doing that sort of thing in public. It seems a bit grown up, and Cynthia is not at all grown up. Even her name is too light and airy to be taken seriously.

That’s OK, because Cynthia thinks Lindsay is too slight and timid to be taken seriously, just a silly young boy, not at all grown up. He never plays catch-and-kiss, never laughs, never runs around the playground. He just sits up there under the old Moreton Bay fig, pretending not to watch her, pretending to read Huckleberry Finn. She suspects he’s never read any of the classics.

About this piece

This is another attempt at repetition. However, instead of the verbal repetition used in Connection, this uses syntactical and structural repetition, albeit on a very small scale. I love this technique, so I'm going to resist the urge to keep practising indefinitely.

(Also…I forgot to post this for well over a month. Sorry.)

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