Hole Punch
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“Yes Mother!”
The good children are so good with their big shovel-hands. They listen to what Mother has to say. The Mistake never pays attention to Mother.
“Your head is too big,” said Mother. “Too big and stupid. Yes! It is true! Staring into nothing! That’s all your big, STUPID head is good for!”
The Mistake stares up at the nothing sky.
Nothing is the same colour as absent.
A BOOT THROUGH THE HILLOCK
He kicked the hard, soil hillock with his boot.
"Uh!" he grunted.
Again, he kicked the hard, soil hillock with his boot.
"Uh!" he grunted.
Again, he kicked the hard, soil hillock with his boot.
"Uh!” he grunted again.
A small piece dislodged from the hard, soil hillock.
"Uh!" he grunted again.
And again.
And again.
People were watching him kick the hard, soil hillock.
"Uh!"
They found him offensive and annoying, but not enough to complain.
Finally, at long last, he had flattened the hard, soil hillock. The surrounding area was now a mess of hard, soil fragments.
"I'VE FINISHED!" he yelled.
His arms outstretched, his fists clenched, his t-shirt pulled over his face.
"I'VE FINISHED! I'VE FINISHED! I'VE FINISHED!"
About the Author
Tragically from Doncaster and sadly living in Manchester; Garth is a multi-media polymath.
Hole Punch is his first book.