Play by the rules.

1 Dec

“It’s dry enough”.

“This stuff makes my Volleys red when it’s wet”.

“Can we just play hit-to-hit? No scoring”.

“Okay. I hate keeping track anyway”.

The dregs of the storm thundered faintly into the next suburb. Birds chirped after the shower. A  plane hummed overhead.

“What exams have you got left? I have Biology on Thursday then I’m done”.


Everything was good, nothing was bad. Roll on summer.

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