This blog is full of Wee Fictions (and poetry, too)
Tuesday 10 August 2010
Paper Boys # 5
'Whit time dae you finish yer run, 17?' asked the boss. 'Half eight,' I immediately lied. I knew he was looking for a spare boy. Spare prick, more like; I'd already used the Ancient Greek excuse twice.
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