Aden to Zanzibar By R David

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A motiveless persecution by an unseen hand that threatens to tear open the soul of their community.

Aden to Zanzibar by R. David
Athan Press

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Half asleep, he heard the cows going in for milking in the musket light and Gwyn’s gentle voice. It was as if nothing had happened, nothing had changed and the world had been stopped for the little boy tucked up in bed, kept safe, for now, by the soft Welsh night that was probing uncertainly at the verges of another day.

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The terraced houses were piled on top of each other ready to tumble into the Rhondda Valley and the grey, lifeless river far below.

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‘Mummy?’ he whispered, but she buried her face deeper into her hands and cried through her fingers. He leant against her shoulder and, as her body convulsed, his little body did the same, as if he was unborn and still tiny inside her. He didn’t know what to do or say except cling to her.

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On top of the tallest dune, as stark as a war memorial, Sergeant Phillips shaded his eyes to see the now distant box-car, with police cars still circled around it.

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He heard the sound of waves above, washing away the mud, tide after tide, trying to set free the boy’s kindling bones.

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Sergeant Phillips interrupted. The air shimmered around his mouth as he spoke. His voice descended and his eyes did not move because he looked down on reporters: they were for his convenience and, from such a height, they knew he saw everything.

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They said he was a copper’s copper, old school, but he was anthracite, hard as glass, without ash or dust.

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The terraced houses were piled on top of each other ready to tumble into the Rhondda Valley and the grey, lifeless river far below.

Excerpt from Aden to Zanzibar

On top of the tallest dune, as stark as a war memorial, Sergeant Phillips shaded his eyes to see the now distant box-car, with police cars still circled around it.

Excerpt from Aden to Zanzibar

He heard the sound of waves above, washing away the mud, tide after tide, trying to set free the boy’s kindling bones.

Excerpt from Aden to Zanzibar

They said he was a copper’s copper, old school, but he was anthracite, hard as glass, without ash or dust.

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