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Authors: Sally Spedding
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pressed down and the creature tried to pull away, but he'd got it by the collar.
"C'mon Jip." He'd remembered his name. "Let's go play." He released his grip, clicked his fingers and the dog followed him down the steps and the opposite way to Scrub Lane Comprehensive School. Here the alleyway got worse. More crap, a dead crow, a screen of flies - some in his hair, one even between his lips.
Down past the end of the flats and the burnt-out cars, the dumped Tesco trolleys, to the dark humus of Black Dog Brook. "Named after you, eh?" Louis said stepping around young trees whose trunks had been snapped off, leaving pale, raw spears.
The lurcher's nose was busy, but it stayed close while the boy found a level patch of ground and squatted on his heels to get a closer look at what passed for water. He found a stick and prodded the surface, bringing up a foul smell and a lump like treacle at the end of it.
It was a miracle the swans and ducks still came along like they did, he thought, trying not to inhale. And yet like Wort Passage, the shit was real. What you did every day, twice a day in The Maggot's case, down a pan with a little perfumed parcel hooked over the toilet rim.
In Meadow Hill, this open sewer became Willow Brook, lurking at the bottom of their garden, stinking on a hot evening...
"'Ere." He clicked his fingers for the dog's attention. "Fetch!" The stick flew from his fingers and landed in the sludge. Its forked end just visible.
The dog waded forth, struggling to swim out of trouble once the silt had taken hold. But it was soon held fast and sinking, accompanied by a yelp then a whimper. Its frightened eyes fixed on him, but he was already making his way along to Dead Man's Hollow as it disappeared from view, followed by a few bubbles.
"Fun, eh?" Louis to himself, looking back and seeing nothing. His dick on the move again inside his trousers and this time as it was nice and private with not a soul around, he unzipped his fly.
*
"You're fuckin’ late," he accused the younger, red-haired boy struggling through the undergrowth with his green bike. "So I get that fiver. Now."
An angry blush spread across Jez's freckled face, but that was all. Here was too quiet. Anything could happen. He wasn't that dumb...
"Sorry mate." He handed over a crumpled fiver. “Homework check.”
“Ta,” Louis sneered. Prep, assembly, French and Games were all irrelevant now. His schooling involved Jez's little knife kept hidden in the biggest hawthorn leaning into the brook. It also involved a rope and a roll of Tesco Value black bin liners. Certainly not what The Maggot and The Fawn had in mind for his extra-curricular activities. However, at his request they'd just upped his pocket money and soon, so Jez had reckoned, there'd be even more dough to spend on his special kind of nose candy.
"Sorry about me Mum an' all." Jez mumbled. "She was goin’ mental all the way to school."
"You told 'er about them photos, didn't ye?" Louis accused him.
"Do us a favour."
"If ye did, yer dead."
Thinner foliage now; the peppering of sunlight on their heads as they finally reached a sharp, junk-filled curve in the brook, known as The Loop, where moorhens, mallards and swans would climb on to the bank to preen themselves before swimming towards the Canal. Louis remembered Saturday. After he and Jez had jerked off, they'd heard a commotion in the undergrowth, and seen a swan’s huge, white wings beating towards them. A scary bark coming from its orange beak...
They'd emerged panting from the wood near the Mall. Why he'd left his blazer for The Fawn to find. Big mistake. Next time, he'd be more careful...
So here they were again, and Jez fiddling deep in his trouser pocket. The foil, the three inch straw and then what looked like crushed-up Disprins. What The Maggot took when he'd had a bad day at work. Maybe when some student he fancied wasn't opening her legs. Louis' right nostril burned. He felt light-headed, like he was taking off
"C'mon Jip." He'd remembered his name. "Let's go play." He released his grip, clicked his fingers and the dog followed him down the steps and the opposite way to Scrub Lane Comprehensive School. Here the alleyway got worse. More crap, a dead crow, a screen of flies - some in his hair, one even between his lips.
Down past the end of the flats and the burnt-out cars, the dumped Tesco trolleys, to the dark humus of Black Dog Brook. "Named after you, eh?" Louis said stepping around young trees whose trunks had been snapped off, leaving pale, raw spears.
The lurcher's nose was busy, but it stayed close while the boy found a level patch of ground and squatted on his heels to get a closer look at what passed for water. He found a stick and prodded the surface, bringing up a foul smell and a lump like treacle at the end of it.
It was a miracle the swans and ducks still came along like they did, he thought, trying not to inhale. And yet like Wort Passage, the shit was real. What you did every day, twice a day in The Maggot's case, down a pan with a little perfumed parcel hooked over the toilet rim.
In Meadow Hill, this open sewer became Willow Brook, lurking at the bottom of their garden, stinking on a hot evening...
"'Ere." He clicked his fingers for the dog's attention. "Fetch!" The stick flew from his fingers and landed in the sludge. Its forked end just visible.
The dog waded forth, struggling to swim out of trouble once the silt had taken hold. But it was soon held fast and sinking, accompanied by a yelp then a whimper. Its frightened eyes fixed on him, but he was already making his way along to Dead Man's Hollow as it disappeared from view, followed by a few bubbles.
"Fun, eh?" Louis to himself, looking back and seeing nothing. His dick on the move again inside his trousers and this time as it was nice and private with not a soul around, he unzipped his fly.
*
"You're fuckin’ late," he accused the younger, red-haired boy struggling through the undergrowth with his green bike. "So I get that fiver. Now."
An angry blush spread across Jez's freckled face, but that was all. Here was too quiet. Anything could happen. He wasn't that dumb...
"Sorry mate." He handed over a crumpled fiver. “Homework check.”
“Ta,” Louis sneered. Prep, assembly, French and Games were all irrelevant now. His schooling involved Jez's little knife kept hidden in the biggest hawthorn leaning into the brook. It also involved a rope and a roll of Tesco Value black bin liners. Certainly not what The Maggot and The Fawn had in mind for his extra-curricular activities. However, at his request they'd just upped his pocket money and soon, so Jez had reckoned, there'd be even more dough to spend on his special kind of nose candy.
"Sorry about me Mum an' all." Jez mumbled. "She was goin’ mental all the way to school."
"You told 'er about them photos, didn't ye?" Louis accused him.
"Do us a favour."
"If ye did, yer dead."
Thinner foliage now; the peppering of sunlight on their heads as they finally reached a sharp, junk-filled curve in the brook, known as The Loop, where moorhens, mallards and swans would climb on to the bank to preen themselves before swimming towards the Canal. Louis remembered Saturday. After he and Jez had jerked off, they'd heard a commotion in the undergrowth, and seen a swan’s huge, white wings beating towards them. A scary bark coming from its orange beak...
They'd emerged panting from the wood near the Mall. Why he'd left his blazer for The Fawn to find. Big mistake. Next time, he'd be more careful...
So here they were again, and Jez fiddling deep in his trouser pocket. The foil, the three inch straw and then what looked like crushed-up Disprins. What The Maggot took when he'd had a bad day at work. Maybe when some student he fancied wasn't opening her legs. Louis' right nostril burned. He felt light-headed, like he was taking off
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