Bucket

We started to tell the time by the depth of the liquid in our bucket.

Megan had wanted to dance. She’d had an interview in London. A dance Academy. Was waiting to hear if she’d got in. I just wanted to get out. See my cat. Aiming low.

One day we celebrated Brianna’s Birthday with a dream party. We invited Harry Styles and he came, sang and fell in love with her. You know how it is, turning sweet sixteen in the Summer holidays.

Spending it under your school in the secret warren of tunnels behind the caretaker’s basement room.