By N.O.A. Rawle
“Hey squirt, go play with the girls! You ain’t tough enough to hang with us!”
I don’t want to join his gang even though my wit is sharp enough. I want Angus.
He lounges on his throne—the parapet of the derelict brewery, a huge brick skeleton with the canal soaking its foundations. The wall drops six storeys at his back.
“Let me kiss you.”
I move in closer and press my lips to his. By exposing the precariousness of his position of power, I am declaring war.
We fight; he loses balance. What they say is true. Love conquers all.
I really, really enjoyed reading this story! The sentiment is very young
A girl warrior winning 🙂
Glad you enjoyed it! And yes I dredged up some of that teen angst!