Ever since I started writing about time travel, I’ve been desperate to interview the Kind Girls.
Both famous and elusive, this supposed women-only vigilante gang have drawn comparisons with historical folk heroes from Robin Hood to the Scarlet Pimpernel. Which is apt, because — if the Girls are to be believed — they, too, are figures from history.
No-one had heard of the Kind Girls until last July, when they used their Twitter account (which had no more than a handful of followers at the time, and has since been deleted) to claim responsibility for a recent spate of vandalism.
China had been back in the Top Lanes for less than three hours, and she was having tea with three women who called themselves witches. This town’s changed, she thought.
This was China’s home town, and she’d known two of these women, a little, when she was young. There was Lettie, who had gone to the same after-school dance lessons as China’s sister: China remembered a five-year-old starlet who tap-danced to Get Happy with perfect jazz-hands, and wore her blonde hair in ringlets. The starlet was nineteen now, and wouldn’t meet China’s eyes through her round glasses. Her hair was…
A person coming home late from a New Year’s Eve Party stops by a McDonald’s. A person staying home for New Year’s Eve goes to McDonald’s for a late night snack.
It was 3am on New Year’s Day, and Mia was starving.
She’d been at a party where all the food had been ironic, or otherwise making a point. It was a themed party, and the theme was Stuff That Should Stay In 2018. Everyone came dressed in the year’s most regrettable fashions (comically thick eyebrows peeping over the top of comically tiny sunglasses; bumbags worn around the ribs; trainers…
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