Sinema: The Northumberland Massacre - Plot & Excerpts
The morning after the night before. Having awakened from a tormented, hysteria-induced sleep, curled up on the stone floor next to the bodies of his wife and child, Bryce stiffly forced himself to his feet. He had no recollection of drifting off to sleep and the idea of it appalled him. He felt both ashamed and grief-stricken, but as his senses returned to him, they were over-shadowed with a rising fury. Before sleep had wrapped its icy fingers around him, he had sobbed for several hours, lost in the depths of despair. Nothing else mattered, but now even after just a small amount of disturbed rest, this new potent emotion took centre stage and demanded feeding. His stomach grumbled for attention too, but that only fuelled his anger. How could his body even think about food at a time like this when … He forced the thought out of his mind and returned to the situation at hand. But first, he rummaged through his jacket for a crumpled pack of Camels.
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