Only meat was missing from the buffet. It was up to Clara and her friends to fetch it. They lay overlooking ‘Elysian Fields’: each girl equipped with a Maelstrom B891. Clara’s had a present from Mum just before she left. It was customised with stickers of the LurveBoyz.
Dust rose from the valley: a pack ran out. Clara positioned herself. Would she spot her? That was essential: the only way to become an adult. She put her finger on the trigger and waited for her mother to speed into her sight line.
By Petra McQueen.
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