2003 - A Jarful Of Angels (2003) - Plot & Excerpts
If it didn’t rain it tamped down. But all of that strange July it boiled until the tar on the roads bubbled and sucked and got all over Bessie Tranter’s new cotton socks and made her cry buckets. It stewed and simmered until the silver fish gasped in the black mud trickle of the river that led down the valley to the faraway sea the children had never seen. The children turned from khaki to burned umber with freckles, except for Bessie who went pillar-box red and then peeled over and over. Mr Morrissey the sweet shop owner dripped sweat from under his curly black wig until his eyebrows were waterfalls. He drew down the brown paper blinds on his shop windows, but still the aniseed balls paled to pink and the coconut ice thawed. Up in the long grass of Blagdon’s Tump grasshoppers lit fires with their rubstick legs and blacked Mrs Tudge’s smalls that were really bigs. Fat bees, drunk on the heat, bumbled their way across the Black Band and crashed into late dandelion clocks.
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