Sunday 17 August 2014

17) It's a brown thing...

It was a brown thing in the middle of the playground. A trio of seven year old boys had found it. Maxwell exclaimed how gooey it looked, while Peter stated it definitely came out of Rob. Rita and Lisa laughed at Peter’s joke and Rob ran inside to tell the teacher.

More children crowded around it. Lots of loud ‘wow’s’ and other noises of amazement filled the playground. Mark said it smelled like the toilet after Fran had used it, to which she responded it did not, to which he responded it did to. A group of ten year old girls declared it disgusting and wandered off to chat about pretend beach holidays and boys they fancied. One nine year old girl was crying, so a boy in her class held her hand grinning like a drunk teenager.

Maxwell dared Peter to poke the brown thing with a stick. The crowd held its breath as the stick prodded the brown thing. It squelched and rolled over. Underneath it was more sticky, smelly stuff, but instead of brown it was red and white. No one laughed anymore. Everyone was silent, except the girl who sobbed.


Rob came back with puffy cheeks and Mr Cartwright. He pushed his way through the crowd of people who came up to his hip and saw the brown thing. He told everyone to go back inside. Once everyone had dispersed, he examined the long brown strands of hair. They were attached to a decapitated head covered in cuts and blood. Mr Cartwright vomited. 

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