Judy's Hand by Jennie Farley
poking out from a box of rags
in the sale room on viewing day
that made her pause. She lifted
a rag and saw a painted doll
with bold blue eyes
which seemed to follow her
around as she paused to admire
pretty brooches, pictures, a silver vase.
Drawn back to the box for another
look, this time she saw a face she knew
from childhood summers on Filey beach -
that florid-faced creature
inside the striped pink kiosk,
his hooked red nose, chin sharp as a knife.