21st June 2021

SKIN

Jake's mother stared down at Flower, alias Beckham. Her shaggy brown coat was plastered to her ribs by some sticky, gooey mess. She picked up the empty pot of skin cream.

'And whose bright idea was this?' she asked, eying the boys accusingly,

' Mine, Mum' said Jake. ' But you should ask for your money back. 'E didn't vanish.'