#60

"Guys: check it out!" the kid shoulted over the roar of the open window. Tinny hip-hop clattered down the bus towards the driver.

Another kid snatched the phone from the outstretched hand of the first, faster than you could blink. "Robbish, Mickey! Fockin robbish!" he laughed, and feinted away from his mate's attempts to get the phone back.

Its owner suddenly had a spurt of energy, swiped the phone from his tormentor and dropped back into his seat. But as he flopped down he lost hold of the phone, which arced away and seemed to hover briefly in mid-air; then it was out of the open window and rapidly receding. The bus had reached the A-road and sixty miles per hour, and would not relent until the next town.

"Roffle!" all the kids jeered. "Roffle!"