Fruit Fly

Chapter 15

Leo

Before I bolted, I shoved a piece of broken glass in my pocket the size of a matchbox.

Just in case.

I don’t have any things, which is only a fucking good thing, cos Kerry called the police. I had to move fast.

Always moving fast.

Always running.

I stop at the tree.

Find my beers.

Sit and gulp.

Gulp gulp.

Bye bye, witchy fingers.

Fuck me, I feel better.

Now I got somewhere to go. I know a place. I know what I need to do.