Back in the days, when I temporarily moved in with my mom, I occupied a tiny room in the attic. The house was, still is, at the end of a dead-end road, on the border between the forest and the tiny village that has neither a shop nor a pub. But there’s green. Lots of it.
One sweltering summer day…
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Month: June 2017
British roulette
David C sits solemnly on the windowsill. His cold feet dangle from the 2nd floor window. In his hand a Webley revolver – slighty oldfashioned but made in Britain.
Theresa M, seated next to him, accidentally dropped a shoe on the pavement below and wonders if it would be wise to jump after it. Then she looks at the British bull dog revolver in her hand: also made in Britain, and hopelessly out of date, but from a time when Britannia ruled the waves.
“So what is this game you came up with, David?”
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