Curfew Notecard sent September 2005 to Jillybinks, who asked for Geoff Shawcross. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “God’s sake, Geoff, we’ve got to get you a car with a bigger backseat.” Geoff’s head rose; he wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead with the back of one hand. “Could be worse, you know. I used to drive a scooter.” “Go on! However did you manage this on the back of a scooter?” “Very carefully.” Their laughter spilled over the foggy windows — outside, a light flicked on across the street. “Geoffrey? Is that you? You’d best come inside, lad, it’s turning a bit chill out.” Geoff’s head dropped from view; he hit his temple on the driver’s seat and swore once before a hand clapped over his mouth. They both laughed again, this time quieter, muffled beneath the sounds of sliding skin and squeaking springs. “Next time, Geoff, we park by the lake.” Geoffrey grinned, and lowered his head. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ back