by Simon Stratton
I gouged a hole in the top corner of the book and shinned up the tree to show Jack where it would be secured. Now the plan must start - we would hide in the topmost part of the barn to see what happened after the sticks arrived tomorrow. I would tell my sister that we were going fishing. "We're fishing for sticks," I told her. I shinned happily up to the tree house. She would believe anything, the whore.
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Simon Stratton, author of Childhood Memories, lost his MA in Creative Writing in a curry fight.