THE CHANGE
Short story by Rowena Fishwick
Illustration by Ran ZhengIt started a little before my fourteenth birthday. The day was hot and I lay in the shade,
close to the river, sweating as I turned the pages of a steamy paperback. Aches throbbed
like tiny punctures up my back and thighs. Every so often those aches burst into pain.
When that happened I screwed my eyes shut. The black words burned in my head,
transforming into insects that crawled around and around until I was sick and dizzy.
“You’re meant to be playing with me,” Hannah said, and I groaned. She’d found my
hiding place again. “You can’t just laze around reading all summer.”
The pain passed. I rolled onto my side.
“I can if I want to. Besides, I’m too old for all that.”
“You’re mean.”
“And you’re a numbskull.”
“You’re not to use curse words. I’ll tell.”
“Numbskull isn’t swearing.” I shifted my hips, trying to get comfortable. Then the
aches exploded. I cried out. “Shit in hell.”
“That was a bad word.”
I rolled onto my front. “Not as bad as ––" Pain raked my thighs. “– Jesus fuck.”
I sucked in my breath. My fingernails clawed the grass. I tried to look at Hannah, but
she was a fog of orange hair and green cotton.