“Play with me”.
“I don’t want to.”
Bunny had been out since that afternoon and it was only now that the reflux began to subside. The regurgitated stuffing coated her pretty flowered dress and now sat sticky, clumpy and stinking of Babycham.
Not that he could identify the original alcopop smell, he just saw the after effects. It was enough to turn a 6 year old off drinking for life.
Police sirens echoed off the city walls and headlights sparked her eyes and forced her to squint, tightly.
“You know, you’re no gentleman.”
“No, I’m just a slightly repulsed boy.”