Wandering to the school, not knowing quite where it is. Down a hill my feet taking over, one after the other quicker than I'd like. I see the girl I asked for directions from just moments previously. She's waiting for a bus. Our eyes lock briefly and both attempt to smile, a recognition of an interaction however spurious, non-significant. Makes me feel, what, better?
That's the school? It's a school, but is it the right one? The mothers pushing prams seem unsure, the special school? Yeah. I think so.
Boy comes towards me, bent towards the hill, mobile phone pressed to his face, angry tears coursing his small features, fist pushing them back towards his eyes.
Snippets of information, '...haven't got any credit....she's got to'
I know I'm staring.
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