First time

It was a tired patch of grass at the end of the road. No-one ever went there, why would they?

And so it was last night. The fireworks flew at nine, bright explosions in the threatening sky, the scout pounding back, his warning cry rattling each resident into action...

It’s the taste of him she can’t ignore.

I remember it vividly. I wanted to wear my cherry jumper because it would look nice in the pictures.