We stood on the doorstep, flames flickering behind us, and watched him walk away. He did not turn around.
‘Who was that?’ I looked at my mother. ‘Why did he smile and call me his?’
‘All in good time’, she said, her voice strange, and put her arm around me.
“Life’s a beach”. It was the third time she had walked past in that t-shirt and this time she was smiling. I twisted, waved and caught my hand in the sunbed. I looked down. Saw blood. Fainted. I woke up lying next to her. She had fainted too.
50-Word Fiction Competition for Scottish Book Trust
The youngsters were pitching horseshoes on the green. Dino’s caught the peg, caught, spun and settled. The boys stared as a rainbow shone up from where the shoe lay, up, up and down again beyond the horizon of the hills. As one, they stood and walked towards home.
