Mark Pirie

School’s Out Autumn leaves; ain’t no summer up here, I’m crawling along the roof school’s out and so are the lights. Not much of a weekend – usual entertainment: a DVD a game and a piss-up; instead I’m up here. The night-chill stiffens my cheek. I prise off the copper right beside the High Voltage power line. I make it, just, and inch back towards the others. They’re working on the middle block. I used to go here once, so I know my way round the sheds and backs of the houses, know where to go if we need to“Mark Pirie”

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