Asher leaned in awkwardly to listen to what the other boy was trying to say. Although the boy’s whispering was muffled by the sirens constant whirring and screeching, it was now registering how severe a strike to the head his new friend had received. The boy seemed quite confused and disorientated and the gash that now adorned his forehead was confirming that this was very real.
That evening had been a haiku kind of moment for the two boys. – excerpt from writings by Fiona Maclean