Jan 15
11 min read
The Siren Skylark
How Frankie got his own back
Sixteen-year-old Frankie walked along the makeshift road under the intense heat of brilliant sunshine. He proceeded beneath the cloudless sky with little enthusiasm as dry, cracked boots clumped against dry, cracked earth. A dumper truck overtook him, coughing out a cloud of black diesel smoke that failed to disperse in the windless air. As he walked through the cloud, Frankie wafted…
