03 Johnny and the Bomb by Pratchett Terry

Author:Pratchett, Terry [Terry, Pratchett,]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-10T22:17:48.628000+00:00

Miraculously, the rubble became houses again, the light came up, the football rattled against the goal in the warm afternoon air.

Kirsty waved a hand in front of his face.

"Are you okay?" "I was just . . . thinking," said Johnny.

"I hate it when you switch off like that." "Sorry." Johnny stood up.

"We didn't come back here by accident," he said. "I was thinking a lot about tonight, and we ended up coming here just in time. I don't know why. But we've got to do something, even if there's nothing we can do. So I'm going to" A bicycle came around the comer. It was bouncing up and down on the cobbles and the skinny figure riding it was a mere blur. It clanked to a halt in front of them.

They stared at the cyclist. He was shaking so much he looked slightly out of focus.

"Bigmac?" "Ur-ur-ur-"shuddered Bigmac.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" said Kirsty.

"Ur-ur-ur-n-n-nineteen? H-h-hide the bike!" "Why?" said Kirsty.

"I didn't do anything!" "Ali," said Yoless, knowingly. "It's like that, is it?" He picked up the bike and wheeled it into the sooty shrubs.

"Like what?" said Kirsty, looking bewildered.

"Bigmac always never does anything," said Johnny.

"That's right," said Yoless. "There can't be anyone in the whole universe who's got into so much trouble for things he didn't do in places he wasn't at that weren't his fault." "Th-th-they shot at me!" "Wow!" said Yoless. "You must've not done anything really big this time!" "Th-there was th-this c-car-" The ringing Johnny had heard before started again, somewhere behind the buildings.

"Th-that's a police car!" said Bigmac. "I tried to give them the slip down Harold Wilson Drive and - it wasn't there! And one of them shot at me! With an actual gun! Soldiers aren't supposed to shoot people!" They dragged the trembling Bigmac into the horrible bushes. Kirsty gave him her mac to stop him shivering.

"All right, game over. I said game over!" he moaned. "Let's pack it in, all right? Let's go home!" "I think we should try to tell people about the bombs," Johnny said. "Someone might listen." "And if they ask how do you know, you'll say you're from 1996, will you?" "Maybe you could . . . you know . . . write a note," said Yoless. "slip it into someone's letterbox?" "Oh, yes?" said Kirsty, hotly. "What should we write? "Go for a long walk" perhaps? Or "Wear a very hard hat"?" She stopped when she saw Johnny's expression.

"Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean that." "Wobbler!" said Yoless.

They turned. Wobbler was toiling along the street.

It took some effort for Wobbler to manage a run, but when he did so, there was also something terribly unstoppable about him.

He spotted them, and changed direction.

"Am I glad to see you," he panted. "Let's get out of here! Some loony kid chased me all the way down the hill. He kept shouting out that I was a spy!" "Did he try to shoot you?" said Bigmac.

"He threw stones!" "Hah! I got shot at!" said Bigmac, with a sort of pride.

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