A short story. Boundaries.

BOUNDARIES.

 

 

It’s four O’Clock. My pal Tracy chaps the door. She is just back from Spain She’s told

 

me ORANJA is Spanish for oranges. I wish we could go to Spain but there’s five of

 

us. She gives me a donkey with a hat on it’s head. I ken it’s calld a sombrero. After

 

the holidays when I start High School I’m going to learn Spanish. Tracy’s going too

 

the only other girl I know from Dryburgh I canna wait. The Summer has dragged on

 

and on My mum gets annoyed with us tells us we’re under her feet. She sits looking sad.

 

Coing to Campy?” says Tracy.

 

I’ll ask my mum” I say.

 

She has already heard us. “Aye but use the underpass and dinnae go near Tempelton

 

Woods. Here tak some pieces and be back before its dark.”

Okay mum. Thanks.

 

Nane of us are allowed near Templeton Wood since that Lassie Lizzie was murdered

 

there. It was in the tully. I saw her picture and looked at her picture she was affy

 

bonny would I look like that when I was 19?. We telt our parents what thy wanted to

 

hear but they worry too much No-one could hurt us whn we were together. Time to escape into Campy.

Campy is a great park right across the Kingsway from me If we have some money we

 

might play pitch and putt. We also like to sneak into the zoo. I want to work there

 

with the animals. My favourite is Jeremy the bear He stands there shaking is head

 

from side to side. It reminds me of Jane Wrycza’s sister who is no right and goes to

 

school on a special bus she does exactly the same thing. We run to the underpass.

 

Tracy always decides what we do first. So we go to the big field to clap the horses. Donna and Bobby are there. We are sometimes pals and are no fighting with each

 

other at the moment. Donna invites me some Saurday nights to come and play when

 

her mum and dad are at the clubby. No matter how much I beg my mum and dad

 

winna let me go. I hate it. I feel so closed in There are five of us. Donna and Bobby’s

 

house is beautiful. I has a carpet on the wall of a stag on a hillside. I wish my parents would buy things like that.

 

 

Donna whispers. “Look at that man over there. I hink he’s a pervert. He’s been

 

following us and waving at us.”

I look he is blonde and quite at and is wearing a red tracky and a white t-shirt. He is

 

pretending to be clapping a horse but we can see him looking at us sometimes.

 

I’m scared” says Bobby who is only ten is he a bad man?”

 

Tracy who is brave says “Cmon we’ll follow him.”

 

The man signals us and walks down towards the nature trail. I like the nature trail it is

 

so peaceful and dark. Tracy and me go looking for treasure there sometimes. We

 

look in old bags which people have thrown away. Mostly it is auld claes. I am

 

looking for clues. Lizzie was naked. The polis are looking for them. If I found them.

 

I might be famous. He is right there ahead. We are getting in to he darker bit now

 

over the wee bridge and he is sill there beckoning us on

.

Donna tells us that she has seen him four times this week Waiting in the same place.

 

They like to see him and chase him. It is fun. It is I wonder why a grown up would

 

be in Campy telling bairns to come into the nature trail with him It is enticing

 

though. I ken it is dangerous but I feel safe with my pals there are five of us and jist

 

one of him. It makes me feel powerful. This is a great game better than going to

 

Spain. Tracy is getting more angry now. She is going red.

 

Stop” she says this man is a pervert. Tracy is brave. She stps in front of the rest of us

 

like she was a teacher or something. She is wee but looks much bigger. She shouts at him.

 

See you you are a bad man. What are you doing here. We are not going to go near

 

you.Fuck off now or I’ll tell my da. He will come and get you.”

 

She is powerful Tracy. She makes me feel so much braver like I am in her army I am

 

proud of her.”

 

The man laughs. He has a weird smile on his fache then he pulls down his trousers.

 

All I can is is lots of dark hair and

 

 

a willy that’s much bigger than my wee brothers. I start to scream and rush out. I wait

 

at the underpass crying. I am not brave I am a silly wee lassie. After five minutes

 

Tracy Donna and Bobby come out.

 

Listen” says Donna, “Dinnae tell your mum and dad it is our secret.”

 

Tracy cuddles me. “Aye Sandra dinnae C’mon we’ll go buy an ice pole and have the

 

pieces in my gairden.”

 

So we do and move on to the rest of the Summer and the new school awaiting us. We

 

look but we never see him again.

 

About sandrassp

I am the mum to two sons who both live with autism. I am an ambassador for NAS Scotland and co-spokesperson of the Scottish Socialist Party. I am passionate about my politics both upper and Lower key, the arts in general and like to comment on everything that shapes my landscape. I am a mature student and have begun to dabble my toes into writing. I blog about family life and my day to day experiences. My philosophy is Up and At them and Always with a smile on my face.
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