Jess slouched over on the ground, grabbing at her injured ankle.
‘f*****g hell!’ She yanked the offending piece of wood from beneath the sodden pile of rubbish and turned it over in her hands. Good. At least there weren’t any rusty nails. Jess couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a tetanus shot. The scrape on her leg dripped blood onto the concrete. She threw the plank at the fence running down the side of the house as hard as she could. It ricocheted and bounced off at a safe distance.
‘s**t, Aaron, you’re so b****y useless,’ she muttered under her breath, hoping the neighbours hadn’t heard her swear. Jess slowly began picking up the washing that had flown from the basket onto the grass around her. It was so annoying. She’d said nothing on purpose about the mess that had been left
