GANG WARFARE
We never
meant to hurt anyone.
Me, Ginge
and Joey were the Denver Street Gang, with our headquarters in Joey’s garage.
The four from Bennett Road used the old office building. It was only kids’
stuff – yelling insults, chucking stones, letting tyres down.
Then Ginge
suggested it would be fun to smoke them out with that tin of sludge off the
garage floor. How were we to know it would burn that fierce?
Three of
them got out the back, but Kevin broke his ankle and couldn’t run, so they just
left him.
They’ve
got a nerve calling themselves a gang.
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Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this week's Friday Fictioneers' photo prompt. to read other stories by our group of writers, visit https://rochellewisoff.com and follow the links.
I have again been busy working on getting my first book published. The print version of A Volcanic Race went live on Amazon today and the ebook should follow shortly!! Once I've recovered from the excitement I can start revision work on the second book in the series.
