We slinked out of my best friend’s party and made our way outside into the autumn night. A car sat opposite the entrance on the other side of the stony road so we lay on the grass behind it, watching high heels clatter on the ground. Between the wheels we could see the shuffle of drunken stumbles and hear the sound of high pitched happy squeals. We listened to Sue ask where we were. We giggled at our proximity. If we shouted “over here,” she still wouldn’t have had a clue. Then a car drew up on the other side of our hiding place, causing us to feel uneasy. Hastily we pulled up our jeans and made an attempt to discreetly walk from behind the car. I brushed myself off and flicked back my head but Sue’s Mum watched through her windscreen as the autumn leaves fell from my hair.
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The best part was the smell of her neck against the leaves while her hands… …… yup …. Goddam I feel young again