Galveston
“They assembled in the Pirate’s Lair, which was dark and dismal behind its wall of boarded-up windows. Weak illumination came from the television set in the corner, tuned to CNN. There was a reporter and a small camera crew on Dampier Cay, staying at the big hotel at the other end of the island. Every now and again—although not as often as the people in the Pirate’s Lair might have hoped—CNN would cut to this coverage. The reporter, Seth Wallaby, stood on the grounds of the big hotel, the desert...ed pool behind him. He clutched a microphone in one hand; with the other he made sure that a small receiver stayed plugged into his ear. He was dressed in an old-fashioned manner, wearing a beige trench coat cinched by a wide belt. Its function was not so much to keep Seth Wallaby dry but rather to identify him as a journalist and to give some crude measure of the wind speed; the tails and lapels of the garment flapped and whirred audibly. Each time the network cut back to Seth Wallaby, the flapping was more excited.MoreLess
Read book Galveston for free
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
8.2 / 10
9 / 10
User Reviews: