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Roylsden #64

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I guess I must have slept. Leastways it was dark, inside my head and outside it, and someone was holding my hands, looking closely at them.
"They're swollen, Anna. Might be broke."
Clint's voice was gentle, his hands on mine were gentle, almost timid. He lowered my hands and looked at me.
"You okay?" he asked.
His right eye was shut, his left cheek was cut, very swollen and bruised.
I'm sorry, I said. Tears burned my eyes again. I'm so sorry.
He wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb. Others took its place. "It's okay," he whispered.

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    Neville Hunt over 1 year ago

    What a nice boy!

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    Neville Hunt over 1 year ago

    What a great atmosphere you have created and maintain in this series Drew. I picture myself there in each of your drabbles. Great skill and great storytelling. Thanks.
    Btw... in case you haven’t spotted it there is a very good gritty 8-parter on iPlayer (originally on the S4C channel) called Keeping Faith. It has quite a few baddie women and baddie men whose nastiness you might appreciate...and coincidentally, odd events, like possible kidnap, police divers make me think of my own Fedelta. I’m up to #5 and getting gripped.

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    Christopher over 1 year ago

    Okay, caught up now. This is great, Drew. Don't make us wait so long between postings, huh?

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