Read by Alex Mann
Waiting for the bus there’s just me and two girls who I recognise but whose names I don’t know. The fat one had definitely been in the year above me at school; the other one works at the in-store bakery, I think.
They eye me, fatty pulling greedily on her fag. I think about cadging one, but reckon they’d tell me to fuck off. Best not get on their wrong side. They’ll be with a crowd on the bus when it gets here.