Bum //top\\ - Mardy
“It could be,” said Maya.
A tiny crack appeared in the wall of his mardy. Not a collapse. Just a hairline fracture. A snort escaped him. Then a giggle he couldn’t swallow. Then—he couldn’t help it—a real laugh, rusty and reluctant, like an old gate swinging open. mardy bum
“Stop what?” Maya asked, genuinely confused. “It could be,” said Maya
“Love you too, Mardy bum.”
At school, his best friend, Aisha, slid a chocolate biscuit onto his desk. “It could be
