Writing for Fun
May 2019
Behind the bike shed – Lynn Gale
Behind the bike shed, a shared cigarette with Lucy Carmichael. Lips pursed, perfect smoke rings.
Fanning away the tell-tale smoke.
‘We should be Ok for a bit, no one around.’ ‘Good, wouldn’t like to get caught by Mr Barnes.’
‘Called me a stupid boy once, I trod on his foot by accident.’
‘Gives me the creeps, I’d like to tread on his feet; stands so close to me. That’s really gross, you should tell.’
‘I will, if he does it again.’
‘Must go, will be late for my History class.’
‘See you after school, Mr Jones?’
‘It’s a date, Headmistress.’