Frost

Wait for me!” But they didn’t. They never did wait. Cassie kept on calling, just in case. It wasn’t even as though she was the youngest of the kids from their flats but William always called her his “baby sister”, so everyone thought she was the babyish one. She watched the rest of the children disappear over the patch of wild ground, kicking a ball back and forth between them. “Didn’t want to play football anyway,” she muttered to no one, as their shouts died away. It was almost true. She didn’t much like football, but she would have played if they’d let her, because she didn’t want to be on her own.