The Satyr's Head: Tales Of Terror - Plot & Excerpts
Adam’s chair creaked more slowly than Keziah’s, but Adam was the elder brother—by a good ten minutes. There was a noticeable bald patch in Adam’s foxy hair, whereas there were mere streaks of grey in his brother’s thatch. ‘Pepper n’ salt,’ giggled Kez when he thought about it. Kez enjoyed a joke, and would often giggle for as long as a week after a good one. Kez was the thrifty one: he liked things to last, even a joke. The boards of the porch groaned in sympathy as the chairs swayed lazily backwards and forwards. ‘Been a thinkin’,’ said Kez. Adam’s eyes opened, then closed momentarily as he yawned. He settled his great hands behind his head and stared at a cloud as it leisurely crossed the bright sky. The cloud passed. ‘Uh-huh?’ said Adam. ‘Been thinkin’ ’bout things we should’ve been doin’,’ went on Kez. Kez was the active one.
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