They dropped me off like a package. There was an iron gate, looking at least like 150 years old. When I pulled it, it went open with a loud creak. Around the cold iron, twines must have been climbing for quite a long time. They whistled in the soft wind when I closed the gate behind me. Only then, the vehicle left, obviously making sure I would ( Read more... )

“What’s next?” someone asked.

“Rope-skipping” replied Miss E.

I wiped my hot face with the hand I had been holding against the floor for some cooling.

“You each take one rope and all start skipping. The last one that remains wins one bag”. The bags were located on a table next to the door of the gym hall with the wooden floor, in which the air carried ( Read more... )