T + 739 Back to school
I knew it was a risk going out in daylight but I was desperately low on supplies.
As I turned the corner of my street I saw the dark, menacing outline of one of their vans patrolling.
Would my neighbour cover for me?
I just couldn’t risk it.
I was on my last warning.
I sprinted down the alley.
Lungs bursting, heart pounding, I vaulted the garden fence and crashed through the back door.
Was I safe?
I looked up the hall and saw with dread, there on the mat, a small card:
“We tried to deliver a parcel today…”