What Goes Up
Tired from lack of sleep, and not a phone box within cooee of home, Gerry conceded that Plan B would have to be the Tardis. At Cow Lick Books. And he didn’t exactly tell them what he was up to when he booked it either. Nor did he bother to tell Frank. Or Gloria. ‘It looks easy enough’ he thought to himself as he rode his bike into town. ‘And I won’t go too high’ he promised himself. ‘It’ll be awesome, and I’ve got all the right gear.’ While Gerry’s cry of “up up and away” could be heard the length of Murray Street, so too could a very loud thud. Just moments later.