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The Birthday Battle, part three
“You shouldn’t poke it out so much then,” Jenny replied. “My serve!” I felt utterly defeated. She was right – nothing was ever going to hurt a girl in that way, just like no girl was ever going to be bothered in a PE lesson by what she had to carry around in her underwear. But I knew I couldn’t give up, so got ready for Jenny’s serve, feeling a pang of panic as I remembered she only needed one more volley to win. Doubtless Jenny saw the flicker of anxiety that crossed my face at this thought.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part two
I should have known what I was letting myself in for, since it wasn’t even like I’d never played Jenny at tennis before. It was just I’d somehow decided the honour of boys everywhere rested on the outcome of this mixed-singles match. That was how I came to be scampering round the tennis court in Jenny’s garden this late birthday afternoon before tea, trying hard to keep up with her, for although younger than me she was very good at this game indeed.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part one
My birthday. Somehow I’d survived three weeks of perpetual aching which threatened to drive me up the wall in PE, not to mention a related problem reliably coming up several times a day. I was meeting Morgan tonight, for what I very much hoped would be a blissful ending to my interminable wait! One hurdle remained though, because Jenny had insisted on throwing me a birthday tea round at hers. I couldn’t turn down her invitation without explaining to her what my other plans were, and as I had a feeling Jenny wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to know about these, there wasn’t much choice but to get the tea over with first!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
No Picnic, part four
I was furious about everything by then, simply everything. I saw that I just had to do something, anything on this day, whereby just once boys could get the better of girls. And suddenly I knew what it was. Holly had her back to Kyle’s friend as she celebrated and he was gazing hopelessly at her. Before I could let myself think any of the thoughts that would stop me, I strode over to the little girl, took the hem of her skirt in both hands, and whipped it all the way up.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
No Picnic, part one
So I went to Jessica’s for tea, just like her mother had asked! Once there I changed back to gym kit, because even by late afternoon it was still too hot a day for school uniform. Jessica’s little cousin Kyle and the friend from his school who he’d brought to tea had both done the same, so we sat about the garden in our shorts and tees a bit, enjoying the sun. Kyle looked like Jessica, only he had fair hair and freckles. Until now I’d only ever seen him in his school uniform, which seemed to make him fidget even more than Jessica did in hers. His friend meanwhile had green eyes and dark brown hair. It was too hot to start chucking a ball round, for which I was secretly grateful. The company of other boys was more fun for me when we didn’t have to do that!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
No Picnic, part two
Pettishly, I reached for a pink-iced cake. Whip! Holly snatched the last one and smirked at me. Scowling and red-faced, I reached for one with raisins instead but Jessica smartly caught that one too. Her giggles made my face burn all the more. I was getting so sick of these girls!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Junior Tournament
Two Saturdays in. There was one week remaining until my birthday, and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to last it out. Nor did I think I’d last my mixed one-on-one match in the junior tournament Jenny had been thoughtful enough to enter me into.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Night on a Bare Conurbation, Chapter Five
Blonghé Bliggs and his news-crew arrived in time to film the huge hole in the nightclub wall while it was still giving off smoke, and their shots of the surrounding devastation would look great once studio had added some graphics to chart Schiss-Zazz’s course through the concrete city-blocks. On top of that, waiting for them right there at the site was none other than Mini-Flash 4-H-N herself. Bliggs could scarcely credit his good fortune. He’d been doing this job long enough to know it wasn’t every evening a chance-interview with one the more famous vertebrates tumbled right into your tentacles.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Avion Symphony, Chapter Two
The explosion scorched Villanelle’s fair hair out of existence, shredding her school uniform and knickers then blowing to fragments the flesh beneath. Smoke cleared to reveal a robot which 4-H-N this time did know. It would indeed have been difficult for her to forget, but as it had also tried to annihilate Chester that probably went double for him. Good thing he was here, or 4-H-N would never have been able to picture the look on her own face.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
