The magazines on the table in the centre of the room didn’t really take his fancy. Instead, he thought about being dead and that this was his turn to find out where his leftover essence would end up. Then, the door opposite opened and Peter Smith strolled in. Wearing his father’s lovingly tailored old brown suit, he sat down across from Noose and smiled. ‘Am I glad to see you,’ Noose said calmly, and a little unsurprised. ‘So it’s true, I am dead.’ He sounded rather relieved. ‘Not quite, Noose,’ Peter replied. ‘Well, at this exact moment in time you are dead, yes, but the doctors and nurses are trying their best on you and you should pull through. A bit of resuscitation and you’ll be fine.’ ‘Ah, I see.’ ‘Yes. Marvellous really, isn’t it?’ ‘That they can bring people back from the dead?’ ‘No – that doctors and nurses will tirelessly work their socks off to save a convicted child rapist and murderer.’ ‘I didn’t do it,’ Noose shouted angrily, getting up from his chair.
What do You think about Where The Birds Hide At Night?
