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from Angel Maker by Barry B. Wright

Copyright © 2019–2020 Barry B. Wright

Chapter Sixty-Seven
Summer Breeze Scattered by the Winds of War

August shadows spread long across Bournemouth’s landscape. Half A Mo’ Hitler, Let’s Have Our Holidays First signs, once strapped to the boots of some vehicles, were no longer seen. War clouds gathered. Its tentacles reached deeply into every household. Gathered round their wireless, families listened and waited. Resolute, they went about their daily routine in hope to steel themselves against what they had come to accept was inevitable.

The sun peeked above the horizon when the Colliers quietly descended the stairs to the front foyer. Lila tiptoed-off to the kitchen while Sandy went to the front door to retrieve the morning Echo.

“Bacon and eggs?” she asked when he entered the kitchen.

“Toast would do,” he replied, placing the paper on the table. “Maybe, once the children are awake, I think it would be a grand idea to serve them their first full English breakfast. What do you think? That’s if you’re up to it?”

“Of course, I’m up to it. But, Sandy, what would make you think otherwise?” she asked.

“Nothing really, it’s just the accident. I’m still sore as hell. And I thought, maybe, you might be the same, that’s all.” He gently touched his ribs.

“The driver’s side received the full impact. We were lucky to have got off as well as we did. Your mug of tea is on...

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