The Lucky Ones

by Mark Edwards

Sure he was malingering, I’d made him go in, even after he’d switched his reason from sickness to fear. ‘I’m scared, Dad,’ he’d said. ‘What if the murderer comes after me?’

School

My friends and I took our bikes and skateboards out without supervision. We used to ride for miles, only returning to our houses when it got dark. I couldn’t imagine letting Ollie do the same.