Core Exercise 3
Josefina pulled out the pack of Sweet Aftons from her coat pocket and helped herself to a stale fag, lighting it as she leaned back on the surviving wall of the stone shack. It tasted awful, of course. Spending a month or two in the teacher’s desk drawer would only ever turn an opened packet bitter and flat. But Josefina wasn’t feeling picky right now. A fag was a fag. Josefina kept an eye on her friend as she smoked. Del meanwhile crouched herself to the forest floor and sifted her fingertips above the well-trodden earth as if searching for a pattern, paying no attention to the dirt that brushed her long sleeves. But she wasn’t humming to herself as she usually did. Without Del’s song the air was still, and the spruce forest surrounding them and the ruined shack became too quiet for Josefina’s liking, so she spoke first. 'You last saw Trevor here on Friday evening, Del?’ Del answered without looking up as she felt around the carpet of moss and need...