A Straight Line to My Heart Page 14
by Bill Condon
Zoe jumps in to help him. ‘Have you all got your sparklers?’
We have.
‘Then turn off the lights – yeah – everything! Okay. Good. We’re all set. You finish it, Bull.’
‘Righto,’ he says, back in control now. ‘Get your sparklers lit up. That’s it. Now everybody. Everybody! Give Reggie a waaavvve!’
It would be a fantastic sight from the air: all these twinkling lights swaying back and forth in the middle of a starless night in Gungee Creek.
Kayla grips my arm. ‘Hey, Tiff.’
One tiny, flickering beam is heading down the road.
‘Looks like a bike . . . what kind of idiot would be out riding a bike at this time of night?’
I run.
