"Zhou" - insta-yarn

The ones from the mainland believed like planes that had lost their controls, Zhou thought. They soared and they dived; they flew fast and they stalled. He'd erase the Matthews, Lukes and Letters to the Corinthians from the whiteboard after they'd left the Thursday night bible study. They'd invite him for steamed red bean buns around the corner, but his own faith required a slow pedal home to Collingwood on his rusty Malvern Star.