One of the stories I wrote in Meg Pokrass’ superb Surreal Flash Fiction workshop in early 2020.
The kids in the street were feral. They broke windows, slashed car tyres, lobbed bricks at pigeons. They persecuted strangers too, anyone who looked or sounded different. Richard, a Londoner, was targeted from the day he moved in. Obscene graffiti appeared on his door, long scratches on his car.