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Nettle bed

October 11, 2013
By TheSilverLaurel GOLD, Goole, Other
TheSilverLaurel GOLD, Goole, Other
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I don’t understand why a nettle bed is referred to as a ‘bed’. ‘Bed’ seems a strange name for those green spears of spite behind the garden shed; it isn’t a place for rest. Painful white blisters beaded y skin, my father’s feather-light touches asking me scream in a childish agony.
After he had soothed me, my father had taken up a hook and slashed at the ‘bed’ in fury, until just the battered stalks stood, crooked, like broken springs, the stuffing-leaves having fallen to the floor. He then burned them, making a bonfire of the old ‘bed’.
Two weeks later, they had grown back, and I would often feel the bed’s sharp wounds again.

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