Beloved Poison
“But what was I to do with such a superabundance of medical books and museum pieces? I had no room for them at the apothecary. In the meantime, everything stayed where it was.
I went to look for Gabriel. I found him in the herb drying room, curled up on a blanket on a high shelf amongst the hop sacks, his face turned to the wall.
‘Gabriel.’ I put out a hand and touched his shoulder. He shuffled forward, moving away from me. ‘I’ve brought you some food. Bread and cheese. And some of those pickled... oysters you like from the whelk stall on Fishbait Lane.
‘And look,’ I said. ‘I’ve brought you a treat.’ I produced a large orange from my pocket. I pulled out my knife and began to peel the thing, slicing the skin from pole to pole. The oil burst from the ruptured pores in a zesty mist.
Gabriel sat up. His face was red and puffy, his eyes bloodshot. He sniffed, and wiped his nose with the cuff of his coat. His nose was raw from the piece of sacking he had been using for the same purpose.MoreLess
I went to look for Gabriel. I found him in the herb drying room, curled up on a blanket on a high shelf amongst the hop sacks, his face turned to the wall.
‘Gabriel.’ I put out a hand and touched his shoulder. He shuffled forward, moving away from me. ‘I’ve brought you some food. Bread and cheese. And some of those pickled... oysters you like from the whelk stall on Fishbait Lane.
‘And look,’ I said. ‘I’ve brought you a treat.’ I produced a large orange from my pocket. I pulled out my knife and began to peel the thing, slicing the skin from pole to pole. The oil burst from the ruptured pores in a zesty mist.
Gabriel sat up. His face was red and puffy, his eyes bloodshot. He sniffed, and wiped his nose with the cuff of his coat. His nose was raw from the piece of sacking he had been using for the same purpose.MoreLess
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