Sweets and cakes [Memoirs Of A Third World Child]

The stench of a decaying dog clenches
my nostrils as I walk out of my gate.
Giant green flies and maggots feast on the corpse
I meet David and Monica and talk of new adventures
“We’ll venture to the shop
Shoplift sweets and cakes till our teeth drop
Or until we are in need of dentures”
I like being where my friends are

Its early December
Sun’s out and we’re headed for the shop
Jackets on even though it’s hot
But they are for hiding the stock
Monica keeps a lookout while we stack stock in our jackets
It would have been easier stealing from the market
But the shop is closer

The shopkeeper stands and moves over to stack a shelf
The mission was to steal without bringing any harm to ourselves
Getting caught by our parents isn't an option
We’d rather hang ourselves
The experience is nail-biting but we have fun as well

The shopkeeper starts walking our way
Monica warns us, we have to run away
David and I zip up our jackets
And casually walk away from the mini market

We head to the back of my house
unload the sweets and cakes and eat them
the wrappers are evidence of our heist so we bin them
Monica screams as she sees a mouse leaving my house