"Well my dear," she said as she bent
over my twisted torso. "It looks to me as if you
have got yourself into a right old pickle, doesn't
I opened my mouth to talk but she either didn't
make sense of my mumbled words of pain or was too
deep in thought as she looked this way and that
along the empty
does seem like we're on our own my lovely, so we
better decide which is the best way to go about
it. I just can't understand how you managed
to do this all by
"It wasn't easy! " I answered and managed a small
smile, or was it a grimace, could have been
mother always told me I could never do anything by
"I do believe she
might have been right my dear , now let me see."
she frowned, "hmm that arm doesn't seem very
sure of itself. I think that shoulder bag
will have to come off."
With that my rescuer
turned round and picked what could be described as
a Mary Poppins bag on the bench, obviously huge and
very full, and therefore heavy, I smiled at her
comely face. The next second she was inside the bag
rumaging until she came out with..... no not a hat
stand, this looked rather more like a huge pair of
crimping shears, why you youngsters carry such
heavy bags is beyond me." she looked at my face
before continuing, "now
no need to worry my
dear, these have been used many times before, and
never let me down."
I closed my eyes "I wonder
hold on to what you can, this might jolt a little
when the arm drops, but the pain will soon
buried my chin deeper into my chest as the
strap was cut and the arm secumbed to the force of
gravity and joined my shoulder again.
was a good job that my sounds were
suppressed, for the words that I
into the bosoms were certainly not related to
"There you go" she said moving the arm a little as
she walked to the front again, there was a
slight click and she was right the pain did
before we go on, my name is Margaret May, though my
tend to call me Aunty May," I smiled, somehow I
imagined her as an aunt, though the name Margaret
Rutherford did spring to
I made to move my leg and only
succeeded in sending a seering
pain up my
"Now now child, don't be hasty,
nothing ever comes of being
"Oh my goodness" I grinned to myself, now I was a
bloody hobbit being chastised by treebeard,
laughed again at my own thoughts, she smiled and
nodded her head. Her little bonnet hat danced on
She left me again and wondered to the far end of
"I don't suppose this varmint will
move." She said as she put her weight against it,
but not even a shudder emitted.
"Nope, I didn't
really think it would, when they were put here in
the forties, they were put here to stay, out live
the lot of us, and that's for sure;"
"a-! ha, I
clinking sound of metal against metal, and a thud,
as whatever was being undone was dropped to the
floor. I just lay there, there was nothing really I
could do but let her get on with
you just look at that, the
put the scaffolding through the bench cos they
couldn't move it."
I tried to raise myself up
to look but it wasn't to be; As I moved up one way,
my legs ends moved the other. I let out a little
"There, there, soon be over pet,"
she said with a big smile on her face. "Now I know
were not delivering of a baby, but I think this
might be a good time for you to pant; I want to
make your legs and bottom a unit again for
they do seem to be a little wayward."
She sighed, and sighed
again. "Now do take my advice and try to take some
nice deep breaths, for it will hurt a bit, but
without everything following everything else so to
speak, we won't get you out."
She tutted, then looking over my
shoulder she added. "But whatever you do my dear
don't try to stand up or you'll be down there on
I gulped, and immediately wanted
"Now, now you stay nice and still.
Then without another word her big hands were
addressing both my legs and I was reunited, as she
"Keep still, keep still ....... don't
wriggle and don't lean back or you'll have us both
down there..... she wrapped her arms under my
armpits and across my chest, a quick flip and I was
stomach down , head on seat over the back of the
"Hold tight to the sides that's a good
I did what she said without a word, she
came to the front and stood there with a smile on
"I always say; weigh up the
situation before diving in and I think I have
delivered enough babies to know the best way to get
the rabbit out of the hole."
to laugh, chuckling to herself as she came to help
me with the rest of my deliverance. It was all over
in a flash; she picked me bodily from the bench,
turning me round and about, I think there might
have been an upside down in there somewhere, but
next minute I was back on the seat, the way I had
started before my hat had been knocked off by a
wayward piece of scaffold. I sat there exhausted
Going round the bench again,
Auntie May Rutherford collected my bag and the
piece of strap she had cut, she also picked up a
pretty blue beret.
"I don't suppose this belongs
to you, my dear." she said holding it up in the
air. " It goes well with the mitts your wearing."
She looked at me and grinned. "I suppose this
is the reason for your little entanglement with the
bench and the scaffolding ?"
sheepishly, but she carried on without waiting for
"It was a very stupid thing to do,
putting scaffolding around a hole, even if it does
reach from the floor below. Never mind you're
safe and sound now and I guess, " she glanced at
her watch, "Goodness me I shall be late home"
huge smile crossed her face. "Well my dearie, I
must be off home now. I'm expecting a couple of my
young girls to shed there babes tomorrow, daresn't
be late getting up."
And without another word
she nodded her head and turning towards the
exit she was gone.
Me, well I sat there for at
least ten minutes; beret in one hand, broken strap
in the other. I felt extremely dirty and smelt like
a greasy frying pan. Walking down the steps to the
underpass, I stopped at the bottom of the
scaffolding. I smiled to myself.
"Yes, it is
rather a long way up." I said to the empty
I continued to smile all the way to the
hospital, I wondered if Margaret May would ever
come to the Queen Elizabeth. It would be nice to
see her again.
The idea for this short story was
thought up during my Writing Group, we had to
express a few different emotions, not quite sure
what mine were now.
I think it's turned out
pretty well, I hope you like