Wobbegong

Abstract

Wobbegong - Girls stuffed their blouses up the back of their bras. They dunked their plaits into the bubblers and let water dribble down their necks. At recess they huddled in the arc of shade flung by the chapel steeple. Knucklebone circles were scratched into the dirt, but the plastic jacks burned too hot to close a proper fist around. The score evaporated in the ferocious November sunshine, until the only girl keeping count was Alannah Foot, who had never been invited to join but instead squatted a safe distance away, watching from beneath the classroom.