HEY GORGEOUS, WANNA
GO FOR A RIDE?As she’d promised herself in the car when
her mum and dad told her they were thinking of moving the family to Kirkinwall,
Daisy had circled the date in red on the calendar in her room.
At the end of each day, she
scored out the number. September the fourth didn’t change that quickly to
September the fifth, and neither did it hurry itself to get to the seventh, the
eighth or the ninth of the month. The date of the move felt branded onto her
arm, the first thing she thought of when she woke, the last number she saw as she closed
her eyes to sleep, the gesture did little anyway.
Press the pen as hard as you
like, the seconds, minutes and hours will still string themselves out as slowly
as they can.
Nevertheless, there was plenty to
do back in Lo
