Stanley Drive is coming up
"Stanley Drive is wow gold -- wow gold kaufen coming up."
Angie glanced across at me.
"Sorry?"
"Then drop me after the next road."
"Why?"
"Soon you'll stop asking 'why?'"
"Are you OK? Look these kids need to get to school before nine."
"Just drop me here. I'll be fine."
"What about work?"
"I'll phone in sick."
"Great. Why don't you tell them you've been drinking again."
And she slammed the door. And left me there.
This is as it appears in my statement.
Fate is in control. Isn't that what Rachel meant?
So I couldn't change what was going to happen. Who was in control of fate though - and shouldn't their sanity be challenged?
People shouldn't be discriminated against because of the way they dress but this is way beyond political correctness. He didn't look right, he stuck out like a sex offender outside a school playground - which is exactly where he was. Light blue anorak, holes in the elbows, fraying where the hood joins the collar. His trousers were dark grey and ill-fitting - you could see his socks and the heels of his shabby shoes were shorn away on one side. He didn't stand still either, he was making out he was with someone, a child, making out he was dropping someone off, smiling, then looking away quickly, then back towards the children gathered in a group before him, their parents leaving one by one as they recognise safety in numbers - all the school friends huddled in ones and twos, singing, pushing, laughing.
He looks more vulnerable now as the mothers and fathers disperse. He has time slot to hit and it has to be precise. Not too soon to attract a shout of surprise, a startled scream that would bring a grown-up running. Yet not too late when teachers appear and children are called to their lessons and another day is wasted. You only get one chance. He moves in and I follow. He has spotted his prey and I watch his persona evolve from that of a stranger to one of a friendly uncle, a new supply teacher perhaps, lost on his first day. The facial transition is frighteningly real, he does actually appear extremely friendly, trustworthy.
There is a young boy in a green coat, zipped up to his chin, his hair parted neatly to the left. He kicks a ball absentmindedly against a wall, just slightly apart from the others. It's enough though and anorak makes his move, tapping the boy slightly on he shoulder (no real physical contact yet) then kicking the ball against the wall in an exaggerated way, catching the return, flicking it into the air and trapping it under his foot. Then he kicks the ball quite hard, intending for the boy to head it back to him but it strikes him on the ear, painfully and he turns to the man in surprise at what this stranger is capable of. The boys face is white and his eyes are gripped tightly shut.
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