Monthly Archives: October 2011

She calls round, Yer’ll never guess who Becca’s dating now – Mr Jeffreys! No-one’s supposed to know. Corinne gives him notes for English. The more she talks the more he cannot speak, he’s travelling miles away inside himself. Then she … Continue reading →

He runs off scared of meeting Ned, peeping down back lanes dodging behind the wheelie bins until he’s found the centre of town. He sees some Bizzies in a car flags them down says: I’ve lost me money want to … Continue reading →

it’s a different story: it’s dark when Frankie feels Ned climb in beside him. Frank’s not surprised he’s somehow been expecting it wonders if he half wanted it, as if a question has been answered. Then next day when Ned … Continue reading →

buys Frankie food and beer spare socks and kecks things he needs. Ned says he could get thrown out if anyone discovers him. Frank has to keep his mouth shut, sneak about check the coast is clear. Ned shows him … Continue reading →

The warmth, some food, care and attention lull him, Frankie’s drifting off, feeling safe. Tomorrow he’ll move on, he’s no intention of staying longer. He can’t face another night sleeping under the motorway. There’s nowt romantic about stars when you’re … Continue reading →

up and down endless terraces until he stops outside a big old house. There’s newspaper and cans in the front some of the windows are cracked, the door’s been patched, there’s dirty light seeping out but it looks warm. They … Continue reading →

the wind’s picked up cutting through the town, the smell of snow and winter riding on its back. He still has nowhere to go, he’s tired of walking in circles watching the town pack up: lights go off behind padlocked … Continue reading →

Frankie gets a fiver for it in the Pawn Shop then buys the biggest stotty in the window: ham and pease pudding. He sits in a mall on a low wall, a tinkling water feature at his back and goes … Continue reading →

Ahm clammin fer a bite ter eat, says the gadgy on the bench, Aye Frankie replies. It’s half past three he checks his moby; four missed calls from Mam, a text from Paddy: Mas gone spare.Ware r u? Cll home … Continue reading →