Image by Andre Hunter
Running away from home was no easy feat when you realised your bus fare wasn’t in your pocket like you thought it was.
He was sure it was there, he remembered putting it there, the coins he’d saved, the hours spent secreting them away so his father wouldn’t come snooping and steal them to buy the rotten drink with.
What could he do he wondered? It would take a good two hours to walk to town and he didn’t like the look of the weather or the darkness.
Taking a big breath, he decided to give home one more try.