Alfie Lewis Box Set by Thomas Wood

Author:Thomas Wood [Wood, Thomas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BoleynBennett Publishing
Published: 2020-03-31T22:00:00+00:00

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Pulling my pistol out of the waistband of my trousers around my back, I laid it on the ground, just ahead of me, where my chin had been resting a few minutes before. Slowly, intentionally, I manoeuvred my body into a push up position, a dull ache groaning through my chest as it got used to being able to pump blood again.

I pushed myself up onto my knees gradually, as I watched the men slowly disembark from their kayaks one by one, the others all covering the coastline with their glaring pistols as he did so. They all knelt in the water for a few seconds, as if they were enjoying the refreshing chill that I imagined it gave them.

Their pistols glided left to right in the darkness, double checking before they made their next move. As one, as if some sort of silent order had been given, the oars were tucked into the kayaks and each man took a grip of their vessel with one hand, pointing their pistol up and into the dunes with the other. As a united body, they began haring up the beach, moving as quickly as possible and hoping the lack of light would be able to conceal their swift movements.

They were coming in just over to my left, maybe a hundred metres or so away, and I let them disappear into the dunes before I made my next move.

Picking up my weapon I slowly got to my feet for the first time in three or four hours, and I quickly realised that in a moment or two the tingling pains of pins and needles would begin to attack my legs. I would simply have to negotiate around that and so, bringing my pistol up so that it was within my line of sight, I began slowly padding my way over to the dune that I had seen them disappear into.

The sand was loose, and my feet slid around as great cliffs turned into landslides as it tumbled down to the ground. The noise that I was generating seemed tremendous and I was convinced that I sounded like a platoon of troops, rather than just the one, and it wouldn’t be long before I was executed by my own soldiers.

Upon reaching the peak of one sand dune, I began to hear a series of rustlings and hisses down the other side of the cliff. Lying on my stomach once again, I pulled myself right up to the precipice and tried to look down. I could make out movement, but I couldn’t quite work out where each of the men were stood or whether they had their pistols drawn or not; I assumed that they had.

I pushed my body away from the dune for a moment, quietly clearing my throat as I prepared to speak for the first time in hours.

“Liber,” I whispered harshly, so that, if it was in fact a German trap they may have mistaken it for a whistle of wind or a rustle of grass.

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