Sinister: a story as the moment get closer

[Dunphy, Kevin]

So as the night drew in, such was the shock of the previous days
experiences that blob (as he was known to everyone) was close to tears.
He seemed to trundle along for hours under the misguided allusion that
somehow everything that had happened could be changed by endless
meandering (as if to put the Gods in a tissy and make them forget).

The forest was a friend to noone except perhaps spriglets and giant
rabbits who could muster enough energy to bound freelance into the
clearing.  Its remoteness and inaccessability meant that the local crims
could stash their loot, shooters or bodies there and nobody would be the
wiser. As Blobs' mind raced stallion like through more emotions than an
afternoon of soap opera, his intense concentration was not even
distracted by thunderclaps in the distance. 

As night turned to early morning a surreal calm had descended like the
dew onto the greenery. Blob turned into a giant rabbit and skipped
hungrily towards O' Connell Street and freelance records to collect 'The
boy with the arab strap' that had arrived a day late.

kev -dublin.
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