The bleating cries of the stylish little girl scraped across his eardrums, and he shot a glance of shuddering hatred at her equally stylish father. For how dare they, how dare they occupy the park where he had fled to, the better to think clearly.
And clear thinking had become, suddenly, a pressing need, for today would be the day of Johnningtons bloody revenge. A man of sudden fury and terrible violence, he had fled to the hoped for quiet of the little park, to get away from the clamouring temptations of his home, its japanese cutlery and prosumer powertools screaming to be unleashed....
Nov 2, 2007
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