The fire is still warm. Embers whirl when I open its door.
Schoolgirls, laughing, appear out of the fog like drunken soldiers. One has a short skirt, bare midriff; a thick woollen scarf keeps her neck warm. The school bus is metal; creaking, groaning, engine roaring, climbing the mountain like an animal. The girls get on, a boy kicks a football through the door, jumps in after it and is swallowed with a hiss.
Six appears by my side, quiet as the mist. “Dad, when can I get the school bus?” he whispers. I look at him in his pyjamas, bear in one hand a Jedi warship he built in the other and I laugh because I'm glad to see him again and I say, “do you want toast or crumpets with your hot chocolate?”
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Munzly
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- 04.06.2009 @ 05:35:40 am
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TheBozzer
- 04.06.2009 @ 11:09:20 am
Glad to hear you're getting some sun - it's been raining here and all is mud. Those girls, why they bother with the scarf I just don't know. I mean, what good can it do when they're barely wearing clothes. Honestly, I must be getting old.
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antlady69
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- 05.06.2009 @ 05:34:04 pm
At that age, looks is everything! Plus the chaos of hormones flushing through their bodies at that age probably keeps them warm too
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Nice word-picture! I wonder how they (young girls) do that, expose so much flesh to the chill without dying of exposure?
A contrast to the English summer we are having here in UK. It's actually been quite warm, for the time of year, but there are warnings of rain....