Liam Lost To Joyriding
The bruised bark did not bleed, sap sticky to touch but smooth to the eye gathered in the corner of the crescent crease the car left behind.
Though the tear was formed, no tear was shed, the tree remained unmoved.
But the lad Liam, sat in the back and full of unrestrained laughter was subject to the very fundamentals of GCSE physics.
The impact spat him onto the bonnet with such force and speed that he failed to smell the breath of his best friend ……… sitting at the wheel.