Sammy Kissin

Daisy-Chain

Sarah would never forget the sound that Neil’s spade made as it hit the side of the coffin. It was halfway between a thud and a scrape and very different from the gritty, ringing sound that the digging had made just before. Sarah had been helping Neil to dig up the flagstones, not by actually digging, there was only one spade, but by running inside and fetching Cokes and ice-lollies whenever Neil looked hot or thirsty. Sarah’s Dad said that Neil was “a fat twat” and that meant that he shouldn’t drink cans of Coke, but Neil liked Coke and Sarah liked Neil, so she brought him all the Cokes he wanted.