Sixteen – MiniTransit
I hope Mum will run me down to the hostel. Ialso hope I might be able to talk to her. To hear her side of thePhillip saga. The trip back will be my only chance to remove Fridaythrough to Sunday and start afresh with a new week. This weekendwill just be a bad dream. Something that’s best forgottenquickly.
I prepare for the trip back. The numbremains of text books and notes are repacked in my briefcase. Theycontribute nothing more than the image I want an A for. But itlooks good. Xerxes’ feats and failures haven’t even beensummarized. A very late Sunday night at the hostel is my bestbet.
‘Are you taking Rossdown?’ my father asks after an early tea.
‘Yes,’ Mum answers, herhand trembling as she lights up. Fiona’s charcoal sketches flutterwith a chimney downdraft as th
