BOYS WILL BE BOYS
It began with boys climbing the fence and diving into
windowless rooms, rat-a-tat-tatting imaginary guns at unseen enemies. Later
they sneaked in to smoke, swigging from bottles purloined from parental
cupboards. ‘Boys will be boys,’ people said indulgently.
Then Craig hit town, all motorbike, money and black
leather. The rampant bougainvillea now hid darker secrets, and an atmosphere of
danger seeped from the crumbling plaster along with the smell of pot.
‘The police should have stopped it,’ people said when
it was too late – after a local boy was found with a needle dangling from his
arm.
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Rochelle is on holiday yet she still remembered to leave us with a photo prompt onher blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ Thanks to Randy Mazie for the photo. One of these days I will work out how NOT to slip into a smaller font after copying Rochelle's blog title! The only alternative I can find is this which is the next size up on my toolbar! Or I could go really large, but that would be ridiculous.
Pleae leave a comment before you go :)
