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A Sense of Freedom
Copyright: David William Kirby: 2015 edition
The Dogbreaths Publishing
Written by
David W. Kirby
Copyright © David William Kirby 1988
dwkthedogbreaths@gmail.com
A Sense Of Freedom
Please see Appendix 1 (at the rear of this MMS)
for a guide to the East-London slang used.
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
Chapter Three
“They must have come in here.” The distraught man
said pointing to the scratch marks and dent
against the patio door lock.
“The bastards, my wife's never going to recover.”
Ten years ago when I’d just come to the job, well
I don’t think I ever investigated a dwelling
burglary. Now it seems that all you need is an
excuse, the dog needs feeding, the telly’s
broken, you’re short of a few quid; it’s all the
excuse you need to go and screw a drum or two.
DIACONAL: 15Mg
One per day
Mrs Reed
Chapter 5.
They had raised over 700 quid from the last job
but by Friday were down to their last five-pound
note. Kelly used this to take the children to the
nursery and when she got back she found Trevor
preparing to go out on another job.
Chapter six
Kelly and Trevor sat on a wall some distance away
and lit a cigarette. Kelly’s hands were shaking
and as she poised the cigarette by her lips the
red end quivered in the afternoon light.
“This is my stop.”
“Where did you get those boots and that jacket?”
The woman insisted standing and joining Kelly by
the door of the bus.
“Look love!” Kelly spat. “I don’t know what
you’re problem is but please, go and annoy
someone else.”
“Let me have a look at the inside pocket of that
jacket.” The woman said, reaching out and
grabbing Kelly by the sleeve.
The smell was making her feel sick and she tried
not to look at the stools for fear of inducing a
retching attack. The elevator came to a sudden
stop and thankfully the door opened allowing her
to leave.
The man who had been pushing her into the wall
relaxed the pressure and turned to leave.
“You fucking cunts!” Trevor screamed as the two
men also backed out the door.
Chapter Eight`
A shaft of bright winter sunlight beamed into the
room from a small gap between the curtains. The
bedroom furniture was white with silver fittings:
handles, knobs, latches and hinges picked up the
sunlight and sparkled.
Multi headed
Swimming
Falling
Half mil and dying
Green spot frown
Rolling
Multi headed
Falling down
Vile skin
Black and dizzy
Had a shot
Of
Feeling pretty
Slowing melting
Into winter
White spot
Light
Topped
Dead
Centre…
CHAPTER NINE.
Simpson shuffled the Smith file into its folder
and tapped his pipe ash into the top drawer of
his desk. He then hid his pipe in the drawer
beside his packet of biscuits and box of matches.
Ray got up from his chair and left the room while
Trevor counted out the money onto the table. Ally
looked across at him over the side of her chipped
mug and sniffed.
CHAPTER TEN
The police car sped through the streets of town.
Kelly looked out the window and saw the moon high
above the tall grey blocks seemingly following
the vehicle as it made its way.
Soon she was led into a small office and was told
to sit down by the faceless officer who have led
her. There was a small table and three chairs,
two chairs on one side and one on the other. She
sat where directed and waited.
“Really?”
She then lit the flame of the lighter and ran the
gear into a brown blob. Up and down, up and down
the foil feeling all her aches and pains subside
with each lungful.
“You alright in there?” Young shouted towards the
toilet as he paused in the search of the flat.
“Fine, thanks.” Kelly shouted back.
After 15 minutes she tore off a large strip of
foil and placed that around the bag of gear with
the lighter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
Kelly walked back to the estate where she lived
and thought about her life up to then. Perhaps
this could be an incentive to change, get off the
gear and try to sort her life out.
“I’m a…”
The radio had come on while she was out and she
had to lean across and turn it down giving her
neighbours a rest from the incessant pop music it
played.
Kelly opened her eyes and the room was dark grey.
Lifeless, the radio was now off but its smiling
face still mocked her situation. She closed her
eyes and tried to fade back into that happy place
but was unable too; she needed more gear.
The frame had bent out of shape and the lock was
still holding.
“Come on motherfucker.” She spat through clenched
teeth.
With that the door was slammed behind her and the
sound reverberated out around the room.
“Take the baby from her. Then get that bitch and
sling her on the bus.” The officer shouted.
“Shouldn’t she go to hospital?”
The End
Appendix 1
Some of the words spoken by the characters in this manuscript are East London
Slang. This should not be confused with Cockney Rhyming Slang although there may
be some cross-over. ELS derive from a mixture of old names for (pre-decimal)
currency, Yiddish and various other existing language.
Beast Sex Offender
Damage Price
Drum House/dwelling
Druming Burglary
Gaff Home
Nob An idiot
Numpty A fool
Poxie Crap/shit
Ripped-off Cheated
Scally A thief
Scratch Money
Snap-snap Hurry up