Wrap the bones around it

If she didn’t look up when her name was called, you’d have to understand.

There was a long black coffee being set in front of her, the saucer festooned with frolicking rabbits in waistcoats. She was staring at it, marvelling at their velvety eyes, when the word came again.


It took her a moment to respond.

The woman in front of her had a face full of freckles and a pram by her side. She was rocking it with one slender hand, and smiling.

The word flew out of Brigit’s mouth and soared across the cafe.


The woman laughed, and slid into the seat opposite. There was warmth in her smile and Brigit felt a flare of familiarity in response.

God Lucy, how the hell are you?

She knew she was meant to ask questions about the slumbering little being in the terry towelling depth of the pram, but Brigit had never been good at doing what was expected.

I’m fine babe, just fine. This is Honour, sleeping for once…can you believe it? Definitely not the future I saw for myself this time last year, hey?

Brigit smiled, and reached for the rabbit cup. She took a sip and when it scalded her tongue, she didn’t show it.

Lucy moved the pram back and forth with a practised move. The question had to come, and when it did, Brigit didn’t even flinch.

So are you still there?

She tried to laugh, but didn’t quite pull it off.

I’m still there, babe. Been two years now. I just wouldn’t know what to do without it…Sometimes I think I was born into the massage parlour.

Lucy raised her eyebrows. She didn’t notice Brigit’s jaw tighten as she spoke.

You always dealt with it better than me, Bridge. I don’t know…all those predatory fuckers, pressing their flesh towards me. The smell of those tiny rooms, sweat and peppermint oil. Used to make my stomach churn.

She shuddered, and felt it snake all the way down her spine.

How you managed to cope with it so well was always beyond me.

Brigit held the rabbit cup in her hand, and watched her bones tighten around it. She thought of the pressure between her shoulder blades as she knelt in their shower at the end of her shift, mopping up their trails with a scratchy towel. How her bath could never be hot enough, the whiskey strong enough, to wipe out what they left behind when she pulled the shutters closed in the Chinatown alley each night.

I don’t cope that well, Luce.

She lifted the coffee to her mouth and blew on it.

I just drink a lot.

And she tried to smile again.

Lucy’s hand movements were hypnotic, pulling the pram towards her, and rolling it away. She watched Brigit’s white knuckles around the fat little bunnies as they sashayed around the handle.

Are you still writing?

Brigit nodded. You know it. I always have my notebooks open between clients. Lot of down time in this profession, after all.

Lucy smiled, and closed her eyes as she spoke.

You reading to us between clients was always my favourite part of the job.

The pram moved back and forth, back and forth.

Those stories were so alluring to me, and the other girls, you know. They reminded us of the magic of the world outside the massage parlour; how much there was still to learn.


And forth.

When Lucy spoke, it came quickly.

You need to get out.

Brigit looked into her green eyes, and blinked, twice.


Lucy shook her head. You need to get out of there. It’s no good for the soul, Brigit. You know this, babe. You know it.

Brigit tipped the last of her coffee into her mouth.

I’m made for it, remember, Luce? I know what I’m doing.

And for a moment, it was almost true.

Lucy smoothed the scarf around her neck, and stood up. She pulled the pram alongside the table, and swivelled it towards the door.

Well, give my love to the girls, ok?

And as she turned, one hand reached out to squeeze Brigit’s arm.

Don’t let the bastards get you down.

Brigit watched her manoeuvre her way towards the door, holding it open with one foot. And then Lucy turned, her movements slow and measured.

Brigit’s not even your real name, is it?

The rabbits sat with their ears upturned, scampering around Brigit’s ring finger. She shook her head, and set the cup back into the saucer.

She kept watching as Lucy pushed the pram through the doorframe, and back into the light.

Brigit is back.

She’s the first character I ever wrote about on Red Bubble, and the protagonist of my first draft of a novel. I have a special place in my heart for her fire, but never quite know where she ends and I begin.

The other strands of her story are here:
Brigit part one: Fire
Part two: :The star anise room
Part three: The growling goddess of Chinatown
Part four: Brigit with the peppermint hands
Part five: Lit in the same places
Part six: Violet in the flames
Part seven: This conflagration

With thanks to Deb, who reminded me that even when you shed your skin, a few scales always remain.

I love the words that fall between the cracks; where I have to roll my sleeve up, jam my arm down into the darkness, and yank the stories up by their hair.

I write with black coffee, and bare feet.

Both seem to help.

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  • Matt Penfold
    Matt Penfoldabout 3 years ago

    A wonderful read Bell, you’ve quickly developed the angst and some tension, and it left me with a bit of a shiver…

  • Enivea
    Eniveaabout 3 years ago

    Hooray for her return!! Bittersweet though it is…….

  • Marie Monroe
    Marie Monroeabout 3 years ago

    brigit and the rabbits

  • LindaR
    LindaRabout 3 years ago

    whoa ~ powerful writing Bell…those rabbits scampering round her ring finger, ears upturned…I too was holding my breath to see if she would jump off her “tipping point” in this moment ~ waiting to exhale…brill…I’m off to my day but will return to gather all your strands of Brigit, a treat that awaits xxx

  • KathO
    KathOabout 3 years ago

    Ah Brigit’s back! I smiled when I saw her name appear again, she’s been away too long! Looking forward to the next instalment already:-)

  • sandra22
    sandra22about 3 years ago

    I’ll be back :)
    Sandra xx

  • sandra22
    sandra22about 3 years ago

    …after I read all about Brigit xx

  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellabout 3 years ago

    Oh this really felt like a significant exchange between Brigit and Lucy. I felt as though I was there, a part of the talk. I want to know more. Wow xxxx

  • berndt2
    berndt2about 3 years ago

    stunning, evocative, addictive…. and now to wait for the next one! really strong : you say so much in such short sharp pieces!

  • fleece
    fleeceabout 3 years ago

    I like this one

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