“Stanley smells the way condoms do, sweet and greasy. With his big can-of-meat hand crushing me up against the wall, that smell is all I can think of. I feel like it’s getting on me, soaking little by little into my pores, making me stink the same as he does. What if Sis can smell it on me when I go home?”

A story about a bully, and a boy who can do magic tricks. Published in Indent, the anthology of the Staffordshire University Creative Writing BA. Purchase a copy here.