Friction

I leant against the radiator, my back searing, and shut my eyes. They had begun again, and badly.  My heart racing, I shut out the noise by pulling apart the issue of the boy. With all his vigour and life, he was nothing but trouble for me. He was just too noticeable, too charismatic. His whole demeanour was a shout. He was already too far into my business by noticing me in the first place- I couldn't let him any further.

Then, the window above me shattered, a maelstrom of glittering shards showering over me, and a brick landed in my lap, still smouldering. 

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