Gwyn Thomas books

Gazooka (2015)

He is walking fast down the hill and whistling. The tune on his lips is ‘Swanee’. I go to the window and watch him. He is moving through a fan of light from a street lamp. His head is thrown back, his lips protrude strongly and his body moves briskly. ‘D-I-X-I-Even Mamee, How I love you, how I lo...