The lizard scratched and twitched, trapped in the cardboard box as the boys watched on.
“Look at it’s tongue! Eww!”
“Does it bite?”
“I heard that they break their tails off if they’re attacked.”
Matthew wasn’t listening. His eyes were fixed on the lizard, its gaze flicking from person to person, its tiny chest puffing with short, sharp breaths.
The treehouse fell silent. The boys were staring at him. The rock was in his hand.
“What are you waiting for, Matthew? You want to be in the club, don’t you?”
Matthew was crying.
“…… of course I do,……”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Erwen Hesry via Unsplash.
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