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You walked the bomb site with Benny, he was relating about some gunslinger he'd seen at the flicks and how the gunslinger had his guns different from other gunslingers he'd seen, with guns back to front so that he had to cross his hands over to reach guns from different holsters. You listened as you often did to his talk on guns and gunslingers and cowboy films he'd seen. He bent down and picked up a stone for his catapult which he had in the back pocket of his jeans. You told him about your young brother and how your mother wanted you to hold him steady while she changed his ***** and how he kicked his legs, and how hard it was to hold him there, and your mother saying: Hold him steady while I get his clean ***** on. Benny weighed the stone in the palm of his hand, then put it in his pocket. So did you managed to hold him? Benny said. You looked past him as a copper walked towards you both. Copper, you said. Benny turned and stood beside you. What are you doing here? the copper said. Looking for ammunition, Benny said. Ammunition? the copper said. Stones for my catapult, Benny said. Bomb sites are dangerous places, so clear off, the copper said. You stared nervously at the copper. But I need stones, Benny said. I don't care if you are looking for the Crown Jewels, the copper said, sling your hook. You followed Benny off the bomb site into Meadow Row. The copper stood watching you, hands at his sides. Let's go to the other bomb site, Benny said, up off the other side of the Square. You looked back at the copper still standing there. ©
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
Helen and Benny and the Bomb site 1955.
You walked the bomb site with Benny, he was relating about some gunslinger he'd seen at the flicks and how the gunslinger had his guns different from other gunslingers he'd seen, with guns back to front so that he had to cross his hands over to reach guns from different holsters. You listened as you often did to his talk on guns and gunslingers and cowboy films he'd seen. He bent down and picked up a stone for his catapult which he had in the back pocket of his jeans. You told him about your young brother and how your mother wanted you to hold him steady while she changed his ***** and how he kicked his legs, and how hard it was to hold him there, and your mother saying: Hold him steady while I get his clean ***** on. Benny weighed the stone in the palm of his hand, then put it in his pocket. So did you managed to hold him? Benny said. You looked past him as a copper walked towards you both. Copper, you said. Benny turned and stood beside you. What are you doing here? the copper said. Looking for ammunition, Benny said. Ammunition? the copper said. Stones for my catapult, Benny said. Bomb sites are dangerous places, so clear off, the copper said. You stared nervously at the copper. But I need stones, Benny said. I don't care if you are looking for the Crown Jewels, the copper said, sling your hook. You followed Benny off the bomb site into Meadow Row. The copper stood watching you, hands at his sides. Let's go to the other bomb site, Benny said, up off the other side of the Square. You looked back at the copper still standing there. ©
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
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