Guillaume paused to change the CD in his Walkman, and pressed play. He sauntered on, the sun boring into his skin, intensifying the headache brewing in his skull.
Christ he was hungry. Stopping again to light a cigarette, he heard a ringing sound, and realised he was outside St. Cockfighter's Primary School. He took a deep drag as the first children ran out into the playground, shrieking and hollering.
'Weird' Al Yankovic's vocals broke through his daydreaming.
'Eat it, just eat it...'
His eyes fell on one particularly plump boy playing football. He licked his lips.
Time for a snack.
John Judge about 4 years ago
hehe. I like this guy.