MusicThey came out of nowhere, and I mean nowhere. It wasn’t as if there was an abundance of snow on the ground. You’d have been hard pushed to form a proper snowball from the stuff that remained.
I filled up my iPod with some winter music and skipped off to school. Usually I met Rosie on the way, but this morning she was off to an art gallery with the rest of her advanced higher art class. I was flying solo. Or so I thought.
Twenty yards from the school gate.
Swoosh!
These things were frozen solid like ice. As I said, I didn’t see them.
Bang!
Back of the head, just behind the ear. Surge of pain. Hand goes to the hit zone, head turns to the direction of the thrower, my oppressor.
Swoosh!
Another missile in full flow, slow mo. Too late to duck.
Smack!
Direct hit in the eye socket.
