******************-‘Waves of happiness were splashing off her’-
Maxie narrating
I was living on my nerves, sleeping little and always working, not to think about how they murdered my best friend. Continue reading “Serial of The Free. Ch 33 KAZOO”
***********–‘Also I’m thinking Maxie wants to suicide..’-
Barney narrating
If I live long enough I can tell my grandkids I missed the Revolution because I was at home babysitting Moonbeam.
As if a revolution happens just like that. But it was a watershed, the army being openly humiliated instead of destroying our goods depots, and the soldiers coming over that evening.
Because all the police began to follow suit, country stations were already allied with us, now more were publicly declaring for the Pools Federation. ref 8.Collapse of Capitalism Continue reading “Serial of The Free. Ch 32 Smash the Prison Gates”
*****************–‘You’re a spy, man. Admit it.’-
Peter Kennedy was worried and walking fast, head down, through the back streets to avoid the marchers, strikers and rioters, who thronged the city center
-‘I’ve lived to see Revolution Day!’- he thought.
Glancing back furtively at the Special Police, two on foot and two in a car, who were watching his every move from an obvious distance..
Before it had been easy, now it was dead risky, and he had urgent information to send. There would be a new attack on the docks by the Commandos that night. Twice he had almost been caught using the little cellphone. Continue reading “Serial of The Free Ch 31 ‘Dinner at The Grand’”
**************-‘We need them dead. Just announce they’re dead’-
General Mulcatty and Commander Bruton were ushered in without ceremony for the Emergency Rule session in Lerriman’s back office. Leaving a crowd of security men and bodyguards, chatting and smoking in the patio.
Lerriman watched coldly. His bulging eyes shot red from the sleepless night.
While Mulcatty eased himself painfully into his seat, his hemorrhoids itching like crazy.
And Bruton shuffled in his briefcase, smiling his ice cold smile. Continue reading “Serial of The Free 29/30: Lerriman’s Plan and Bye Bye Maggie”
*******************I could hear wild cheering as the crowds merged
I’m up here on the eleventh floor preparing my talk, for trying to win over the soldiers when they arrive at dawn. I’m all psyched up and shitting myself. The appeal probably won’t work, and then what?.
It’s two thirty in the morning here. I got keys of the manager’s office, in the occupied Customs and Excise building. This floor is in use, but empty now, the rest of the block was all abandoned till today. It isn’t because of the strikes that the Port is stopped. It’s down to economic collapse and impossibly stormy weather. Continue reading “Serial of The Free.Ch 28. Revolution Day”
*********************-‘running and laughing together down the concrete highway’-
Barry stood up, calm as usual, and surveyed the scene, at nine a.m., in the big, low, badly lit basement. There were about two hundred of us there, all sweating buckets, mostly men, and stripped off to the waist.
The place was buzzing with loud excited talk. All the tattooed Clanners milling down the back, in kilts and thongs and caps and hanging pockets.
Young fresh faces and faces lined and balding. some contending with wobbly bellies. Others old already, with alcohol and frustration, plus a bit of hard labour as well.
Muscles bulging and males bonding. Continue reading “Serial of The Free. Act 3 Ch 27. Imploding Institutions”
*******************‘How to turn goatshit into Irish Whiskey!’
Barney narrating
By the time me and Maxie got back to the party we found the rest of our strange family had arrived, Bernie and Josie, Jerry and Macker himself, and everyone was round the campfire supping soup and talking about what had occurred. Continue reading “Serial of The Free. Ch 26. The anti-guru Guru”
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