Callous Driveby by Steven Storrie

I remember when Princess Diana
Drove through our town
And we all got the day off school

The teachers were more excited
Than we were
We sat crunching autumnal leaves
beneath impatient feet
Counting how many red cars we saw
And blacks and whites and blues
Red won
I think

The road was lined with smiling faces
Dumpy old women waving flags in the cold
And I remember thinking
there was something extremely sad about that
even then

The route was taking her from a place I never heard of
To one I didn’t know
I remember thinking how close my house was
How near I was to home
I tried to spot my Grandmother getting groceries
Or my mother leaving work
So this is what the world looks like
In the daytime
I thought
When you’re free and not in school
This is what goes on
I thought
Just wondrous

Eventually a black car approached
It could have been anyone in there
It’s sleek and shiny windows
Rolled right up for protection
To keep the filth out
As it passed our scabby, broken little road
Continuing on away from here
In just the way it had came

I remember thinking
It was one of the coldest, cruellest drive-by’s
There has ever been

That was it
We had to go back to school after that.

Steven Storrie 3
Steven Storrie has worked as a cable T.V repair man, dishwasher, choreographer, ice cream vendor and junk yard attendant. Tired of this he is currently locked in his basement working on his first full collection of poetry, bickering with his neighbours over nothing and storing the baseballs he keeps when they are hit into his yard. His first collection of short stories, We Are Not The Kids We Used To Be, will be released in November by DevilHouse Press. You can find him at the website he runs, ‘Black Coffee For Breakfast’, at


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