Petrified, exhausted, breathless, I ran as
fast as humanly possible, for dread that this might be the end. As I ran down
the twisting alleyways that made the back streets of the city I could hear the
thump and bang of the iron-shod boots that the city police wear behind me. I
burst out onto the banks of the river and swum across. As I pulled my drenched
form onto a pavement I saw the police already halfway across so I bolted like a
hare sensing danger down an empty street. I heard the bell toll signalling
midnight. I fell. Confusion. Yelling. Hands grabbing me. shaking me. Alone in
the dark, waiting to face the judges hammer.
Paddy from the Wyche
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