Wednesday, 18 November 2015
Doing The Primo Salami Dance
"Watch out for those bugs, them ones suck your nerves!" He was older than me, six or seven perhaps, so he was bound to be right. I screamed and hit my wrist and rolled into a heap on the ground. "That was close. My names Hugh, what's yours?" "Dom." He didn't say anything else, but I followed him around for a bit anyway, from the gate beside what I presumed was his house into the old school yard nearby. It was a weekend so there wasn't any kids around. I followed him until he turned a corner and shimmied up a drain pipe two storeys onto the roof. That was the last I ever saw of Hugh.