TALES FROM WITCHWAY WOOD: Crash 'n' Bang by Kaye Umansky

Author:Kaye Umansky [Umansky, Kaye]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Bloomsbury UK
Published: 2011-04-03T20:00:00+00:00

‘Off on tour so toodle-ooo!

Good luck, Filth, ’cos we love you!’

Filth didn’t notice because he was fiddling with the knobs on the radio.

And they were off!

Chapter Thirteen In the Van

Tallula stood in the shadow of a tall tree, waiting to be picked up. The day was warming up and she wasn’t a great one for sunshine, which made her hair greasy. She had washed it the night before, using a whole family-sized bottle of shampoo. She wondered if anyone would notice the difference. Probably not.

At her feet was a small suitcase. She had packed and repacked it three times, although there wasn’t much to put in. She had no clothes apart from her frock, which she had never liked but always wore because she hated shopping. She had put in her hairbrush, her toothbrush, her little black book, her pencil and a paper bag full of moon-shaped biscuits. She intended to hand them round during the journey.

Tallula hardly ever left her cave in daylight, let alone set off on a trip which would involve singing in public in a big field in faraway Sludgehaven, which she had never visited. Werewolves aren’t great ones for the seaside. When they do go on holiday – a rare event – they spend most of the time trying to come up with the name of a friend to send a postcard to. Tallula wondered about sending a card to her friend Shirley, who she hadn’t seen since they had fallen out over a hairbrush when they were six. Then she remembered that she didn’t have an address.

There came the sound of a blaring horn and the band van came screaming up the track in a cloud of dust. Tallula took a deep breath, stepped out into the sunshine and gave a wave.

The van squealed to a halt. The window rolled down and TT’s head popped out.

‘Hop in!’ he shouted.

‘Right!’ called Tallula. ‘Er – where?’

There was only one seat spare but she saw at once that there wasn’t room for her long limbs.

‘It’ll have to be in the back, with the instruments.’

‘Oh. Right.’

Tallula walked round to the back and wrenched open the doors. The back was pretty much filled with equipment, but there was a dark space between the piano and drums into which she could just about squeeze, if she folded her knees and kept her head down.

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