Scouts

 My parents weren’t around when I was awake, and when I was meant to be sleeping I was the one not there. One afternoon I decided it would be worth looking for some presents in the attic, and I spent the rest of the afternoon up there in the crawl space. Dirty and wicked. Then it was the neighbours, the supermarkets after dark and warehouses and train lines when I finally moved out.

I got into a lot of trouble along the way. Pox, you may have guessed isn’t my real name, but I hit the gym for that extra edge to get in and out of those tight spaces a little quicker. A few years back my housemate went missing and when the police accused me of his murder I ran. Got past a half dozen and over the back fence before vanishing, it pays to know the surroundings well.





