“Teasing Tilly”
This work is dedicated to a girl that I went to school with in 1965. Tilly is her name and she was terribly shy and was an easy mark for bullies.
I regret to admit that I partook in that wicked practice of
“Teasing Tilly”.
This work is dedicated to a girl that I went to school with in 1965. Tilly is her name and she was terribly shy and was an easy mark for bullies.
I regret to admit that I partook in that wicked practice of
“Teasing Tilly”.
October 27, 2010 at 8:22 pm
What an amazing work! Your post brought up for me two very different personal stories.
The girl we teased most mercilessly at school was not Tilly but Theresa. We were horrid to her – paying her out about her homemade school uniform and her ‘strawberry blonde’ hair. I found out much later that she had several breakdowns because of the incessant abuse. It literally gives me shivers to think how cruel we were – systematically but thoughtlessly destroying the girl. It just seemed like a bit of fun.
And at the same time, I thought of Tilly – my lively, crazy, beautiful Queensland friend. She used to do housework in her ball gowns so they wouldn’t moulder away in her closet.
Quite the juxtaposition, eh?
Thanks for sharing and helping me feel and remember so intensely this afternoon.
October 28, 2010 at 4:18 pm
Thank You. That is very kind of you.
Duke
October 12, 2011 at 12:48 pm
This is a very intense piece and when you add the story to it, it develops into something even more complex and emotional. Well done.
October 13, 2011 at 7:28 pm
Cool… Thank you.