2834. Your a goner © Bruce Goodman 4 September 2023

Anne was relatively old. Well, at least she looked old. She walked with the aid of a stick. When she left her up-market house with the white-washed road front wall, she was shocked to see graffiti on the wall. In bright red paint. It read: Your a goner. She’d had an argument – well, not quite an argument more an exchange of differences – with a group of street kids. She just knew the graffiti was left by them. The spelling and punctuation gave it away. It should have read “You’re a goner” instead of “Your a goner”. The difference of opinion had been out on the street and they had clearly followed her home. It was nothing short of a death threat. The argument had simple stemmed from Anne’s question to them: Why aren’t you at school? After the initial brief quarrel Anne had thought they got on quite well because they talked about how one of them had a little pet lizard in a shoe box. A silly conversation really but Anne thought they might have started to respect her. And there they were – back on the street when they should have been at school. She was going to confront them when one spoke. “Did you get our message? We all have street names and we’ve given you one. You’re Iguana”. Oh the relief! Oh the privilege in fact! But oh how they needed to repaint her wall and then get to school. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story