The Ballerina And The Revolutionary - Plot & Excerpts
Chrissie joined me. She sat in silence, unable to find any words to console me. I appreciated the company anyway. ‘Shall we go out?’ she asked after I finished a second cigarette. ‘Where?’ ‘Anywhere. Just out.’ ‘Why not? Let me go and take a piss first.’ ‘No problem, Crow. I’ll just wash up a bit while I wait.’ ‘You’re too good. You’d make someone a lovely wife ...’ ‘Fuck off!’ I giggled as I walked out of the room. I mounted the stairs slowly, my head full of questions. They swirled around me like a dense fog, making it hard to navigate. As I stepped onto the landing I heard a voice. ‘Gramps, Gramps.’ My stomach felt like lead. I breathed deeply trying to shut out the sound. Not again. I shook my head and tried to walk away, but the voice dragged me back. The sound was coming from the attic. I peered up the shadow filled staircase. The door at its apex stood ajar. I stood at the bottom, straining my ears, wondering whether my imagination was playing tricks on me until I heard it again.
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