Kerby

It's dusk and there are a lot of kids out playing kerby and tag and football. For a December night, the weather isn't bad.

I'd play kerby in the street for hours looking up at contrails stretching across grey slate skies, wishing I was on a plane too, jetting away to somewhere else.

The heat from the tarmac refracted the light and disturbed the vision of the children as they persisted in their game of kerby.