Sunday, 4 January 2009
06:33:28 AM (GMT)
Sophie and Ryan were great friends. I was helping my mama at he cafe, Sophie urging
me to hurry up.
"Get me some nails for Tom, after you watch the game. You don't have to grab some
right away, just before you come back is fine." Mama extracted smoke from her
cigarette and released a thin, pungent puff in to the air. She scooped up some pasta
and held her cigarette in the other hand. "Here's a twenty." She stuck the spoon into
her mouth, pointing the bill with her cigarette, leaving a crumb of ash on it. I
wiped it. It smudged, a small black line across the face, making him look like he had
a uni brow.
It took a while to primp up, and Sophie had her feet tapping the floor. I met her
at the cafe doorway, and we were welcomed by a whiff of fresh air and a bright, happy
sun. We began to walk. There was the border, separating the football players and the
outside of the school. Sophie sat on the bleachers, eying on Ryan, who was dashing
across the field, eager to fetch the football. I clutched the chain-linked fance.
There he was. A boy next to Ryan.