The burning man prophecies … some extracts

Extract from ‘The Mr Ben paradox’

Stacey finished her wine and felt a little groggy.  Her nerves were starting to simmer down a little after the initial shock of discovering that somebody knew what had happened on that day in Brighton six months ago.  She’d waited and waited for the slightest scrap of information that may lead to some answers.  At this moment she didn’t care why he’d murdered Clara or what part the mysterious Dave played in it all.  All she wanted to hear was that Dean was alive.

Extract from ‘Ballard’s lines’

Darryl looked like he was about to say something important when the sound of a dozen penny whistles singing in the summer evening broke out.  A look of horror crossed his face.  So familiar was I with his bravado, I felt a surge of emotion rise in me and tears begin to well in my eyes.  I stood and crossed the room.  I put my hand on his shoulder and offered him a reassuring smile.  It was all I had to offer.

“I reckon you’ll be ok.  You’ve got a lucky feel about you.”

Darryl looked hungrily at the door, his face now white with fear.

“Why do you reckon they still use the penny whistles?  Like in the old wars?”

“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug.  “Some things never need to change, I suppose.”