The Wild Child: Secrets always find a way of revealing themselves. Sometimes you just need to know where to look: A True Short Story. Casey Watson

      I hovered a moment, listening – you could glean lots by listening to what kids chatted about when out of earshot – and, as a result, my smile didn’t stay in place long.

      ‘Mate, you’re almost a man at your age,’ Connor was saying. ‘Don’t tell me you never look at tits.’