Just for old time’s sake !
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle
I’m usually more careful than that.
I could sense the sickly smell of blood. My hand was in a wet pool. Too soon to open the eyes.
A small panel beater was hammering out the dents on the inside of my eyeballs and my mouth felt like a camel train had camped there overnight.
Whatever was out there on the other side of my eyelids was going to have to wait until the hammering eased up a little.
But the headache was not the main problem. Beyond the headache, the right cheek of my arse was screaming louder than my head. I decided to feel it. Mistake. It was wet. It was wet with my blood.
I had taken one in the backside for the good guys.
But there was no wound. There was a welt though. I could feel that well enough. I crawled across the threadbare Axminster into…
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algernon1 said:
Has it been 5.5 years. Liked it the first time around as well.
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