I remember the day Gregory squished my pet caterpillar. Bright green sludge on the heated cement sidewalk. The next day, I saw Gregory playing with his action figure at lunch. I took my dull kid-scissors and chopped its hands and feet off. Gregory cried, even though I didn’t cry about the caterpillar. After that, I kept […]

Strawberry something

He is leaning with his back against the twisted metal bars of the playground. Painted bright red and yellow, they are a mess of colour beneath his black jacket. White fluff drifts past my face. It drifts everywhere like snow; and I thought winter was over. But here is the white fluffy stuff of summer. […]