Afternoons
William Bedford, 7 November 1985
“... they doing, Mum?’ the boy asked, his eyes wide with fear, his face drained white and exhausted. She shook her head and tried to push the hair back off her face. ‘I don’t know,’ she whispered. ‘Why’re you laughing?’ ‘I don’t know.’ She held her breath, trying to control her shaking. She closed her eyes, and felt ... ”