pchis1 wrote:A pale shadow falls across my desk. A hot hand squeezes the shoulder of my cotton shirt. ‘Curran, come with me. Now, please.’
First line of Red Skies Over Solapur, my novel set in India, 1946/7.
[waits patiently]
Tue Mar 10, 2020 3:27 pm Post
pchis1 wrote:A pale shadow falls across my desk. A hot hand squeezes the shoulder of my cotton shirt. ‘Curran, come with me. Now, please.’
First line of Red Skies Over Solapur, my novel set in India, 1946/7.
Mon May 11, 2020 8:42 pm Post
The Head of Security sits behind the dented, grey metal desk. A man in his sixties and, like the desk in front of him, well past his best. A grey wispy beard struggles to cover his chin and the lines on his face give the appearance of aged leather. Faded epaulets adorn the shoulders of his shirt, the buttons of which are desperately trying to hold his stomach in but seemingly destined to lose the battle.
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