Hoboy, do I have a very special treat for you.
I was doing a bit of a clean up in my study this weekend and made a couple of hilarious archaeological discoveries. Here’s the first.
Context: I have none. I don’t even remember writing it. I must have been about 11 or 12. I remember discovering Alfred Noyes’ poem The Highwayman around that time, so that’s a possible source of inspiration.
Enjoy.
(I think she’s kneeling, not pregnant, in that last pic.)
It’s got everything, doesn’t it? A catchy title, killer cover art, kissing (“for two minutes”), broken ankles, drunk highwaymen, secret forest lairs, murder, egg sandwiches…
Leife Shallcross 
They kissed for two minutes was my favourite bit.
Yeah, me too. Although the dispassionate and efficient way in which the hero murdered the three highway men and the sound of the blood gushing out was also a highlight. 😐
Eleven-year-old me and I need to talk.