Frog Whistle Mine
“He didn’t know whether he had slept or not. It had been a horrible night, lying on the damp floor with his arms taped behind his back and his legs tied together. If it had not been for the glow-worms and the burbling stream he would have gone mad. At least they reminded him he was still alive.
While his body could not be active, his mind sure had been. Far too much so. Time and again it had returned to the night in the bar to remind him what a sorry fool he had been, sitting there and moping over the fight with Christine. He had remembered wishing for an earthquake, hoping that at least he’d get something right.
Wishing for an earthquake! What sort of crazy man was he? Nobody wished for earthquakes.
And then there was the ultimate stupidity: being tricked by Duggan into coming to the mine. What on earth had he been thinking of? All because he wanted to see the body, so he could be the big hero and tell the police everything. Well, he now knew the body was not here in the mine. In fact..., it seemed no-one knew where it was.MoreLess
While his body could not be active, his mind sure had been. Far too much so. Time and again it had returned to the night in the bar to remind him what a sorry fool he had been, sitting there and moping over the fight with Christine. He had remembered wishing for an earthquake, hoping that at least he’d get something right.
Wishing for an earthquake! What sort of crazy man was he? Nobody wished for earthquakes.
And then there was the ultimate stupidity: being tricked by Duggan into coming to the mine. What on earth had he been thinking of? All because he wanted to see the body, so he could be the big hero and tell the police everything. Well, he now knew the body was not here in the mine. In fact..., it seemed no-one knew where it was.MoreLess
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