He pulled his yellow briefs from their nest in the crack of his bum and farted once or twice as he hobbled out of the bedroom and stumbled towards the kitchen, passing his lovely Teresa sprawled unconscious on the dining table; her knickers around her ankles, a needle dangling like a peacock’s feather from her sinking vein and a length of kettle cord, wrapped around her upper arm.
The Boy from the County Hell excerpt ₢2013 C. Sean McGee
The Boy from the County Hell excerpt ₢2013 C. Sean McGee
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