Sparrow

Once, playing football, Sparrow's studs slammed into my knee blood
dripped out like ink from a fountain pen. He called my dad a tosser
when he refused to give him sweets one Halloween- he tipped our wheely
bin over. It took my mum hours to scrub the driveway clean. "Hello
Sparrow" I said to him in the pub one New Years Eve. He still hasn't
replied. I went to watch him at court. As the guards led him away, his
best friends cried. My face stayed solemn. Inside, I was laughing like
Brian Blessed.