Five years old:
“Jay can Gideon have a turn with your airplane?”
“It’s kind to share and …”
Gideon looked on with soulful eyes. Not a tint of green was seen.
Ten years old:
“Hey, pass me the ball.”
Steven passed to Matthew. Matthew passed it to Andrew.
Gideon ran around ignored, his eyes enlarged. Pupils tinted green like the field.
Fifteen years old:
Thomas sat tied to the goal post in his underwear.
His cigarettes and trousers swung from another’s shoulder.
They had ignored him but not anymore.
Green was a nice colour.
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