11:58 am
Equality Rising
The midday sun is approaching. It’s that time of the day when you realise you’ve either accomplished a fair bit or have a lot more to do before the sun sets. It scares the hell out of me. I’ve written about a thousand words about a woman who misses a phone call which will change the course of her life. Save her from the miserable events about to happen. Not sure what those events are just yet. Does anyone? I feel like hiding under the bed until the animals take control of civilisation. The boy says lunchtime is his favourite time at school, it’s when social class, gender, and reputation have no meaning. Everyone is a target for the multitude of water balloons being projected across the yard.
No Offence
Tall, short, fat, skinny, blonde, brunette or ginger, everyone is considered an equal participant. No matter what they say about children in the playground, basic equality is achieved through the inhibition of unfiltered mindsets. Not to mention having the opportunity to score a headshot on an unsuspecting target. Splosh!
Fantasy and Fear
Those warm afternoons in the playground, running, shouting and flirting. Sharing stories with friends, some actual and some pure tales made up on the spot just to make you seem interesting. There was the one about the lone eyeball Scott Fenner kept in his pencil case. Apparently, it belonged to Scott’s older brother who split his head open and lost an eye as a result of a car crash. Scott would threaten his classmates with the intention of taking out the eyeball if they didn’t let him borrow their stuff. Nobody had ever seen the eyeball in question and Scott continued to have full access to whatever tickled his fancy. A combination of fear and intrigue kept everyone wary of Scott’s pencil case during classes.
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