by Jennifer Stakes
A new tag had appeared on the shop wall overnight. Maud shook her head and fetched the scrubbing brush. The scrolling letters HALO faded under her exertions but she could see four more tags nearby; three HALOs and a blocky, multicoloured HOOF. HALO was winning the Southville territory. She shrugged and went back to her scrubbing: gang wars were nothing to do with her.
An aerosol whispered and the letters H and A shimmered onto the Tesco frontage before a shout froze the boy’s arm. Standing across the street was a youth shrouded in a grey sweatshirt, a spray can in his hand. His HOOF tag was still drying on the phone box. There was a flash of a grin, a glimpse of a red horn and the vandal was gone. The boy finished the L and O. Gold gleamed from under his anorak hood as he vaulted a fence and disappeared.
Jennifer Stakes writes in any genre that will take her: poetry, novels, short stories, and blogging. She is fuelled by tea.
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