Merrily Watkins 11 - The Secrets Of Pain - Plot & Excerpts
‘Hangin’ offence, sure t’be.’ The ole feller was flattened against the back end of a stone ex-pigsty, firing up another ciggy like it was a little stick of gelignite. ‘Passing theirselves off as Her Majesty’s Special Forces. Wartime, that’d be a bloody capital offence. Treason, see. Treason, boy!’ ‘Gomer,’ Danny said. ‘There’s boys all over Hereford pretends to be Sass, to get their end away with the local talent. This en’t—’ ‘This is bloody different!’ ‘It was common land. It was under a foot of snow. No different to… to kids goin’ out with sledges.’ Knowing, even as he was saying it, that this was different. Remembering the tone of voice, the sense of threat. The feeling he’d had at the time that they were gonner get done over at the very least. And a man naked in the snow. Laughing, but serious. The whole thing serious. ‘You know another thing?’ Gomer said, quieter, more sober now. ‘What happened that night all but destroyed my bit o’ faith in the Sass.
What do You think about Merrily Watkins 11 - The Secrets Of Pain?
