Professional Documents
Culture Documents
On the radio they’re talking about another Missing Girl. She’s young. It’s about sex probably. Which
has always made more sense to me than it should – missing girls are always young, only a
psychopath would want to fuck a granny.
I can say that because I have a little girl and I am a mother.
It’s already light, so I put Michael’s loafers on that are by the back doormat, next to my shoes and
Flora’s little red wellies, and go out into the garden which is positively jungle-like at the moment.
The wildflowers are in bloom and I like to let the daises and the grass grow tall. Which is when I
notice the Hay moon has made everything appear half there. Which is when I notice the man.
The boy? The man (?)
By the fence.
By the fence at the back of my garden.
By the fence at the back of my garden. Looking up.