This blog is full of Wee Fictions (and poetry, too)
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
Paper Boys # 3
On Sundays, there was something called the Vendors Run. It meant selling papers down the docks to whoever wanted one. A girl called Karen did it. Karen was scary; she looked like she'd had sex. 3 farted. 'Ah've shagged it,' he said. The rest of us looked at the floor. Through the hatch, the boss was chuckling.