The Boy from the County Hell by C. Sean McGee

Author:C. Sean McGee
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: CSM Publishing
Published: 2013-05-01T03:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

The rain was pelting down and it was the only thing that he could remember, that it hadn’t stopped raining since he opened his eyes this morning. What was the point of it all? It wasn’t like there was much green to water. It just felt like Ireland was the little sink with the shitty faucet that god was too cheap to fix it. That or he just forgot that Ireland was even there.

The police car was gone.

There was taxi waiting by the entrance but the strange looking middle eastern man inside scoffed when Shane mumbled his way through saving the world, getting to London and having no change.

Shane pleaded to the taxi driver but he wasn’t listening. There was a football game playing through the radio and it was being spoken in some foreign tongue but still; though he understood not a single word, it sounded so very exciting.

Radio could do that.

“Ya have to help me man. I have ta get to London, now.”

“Like I said. Hospital to airport, twenty five pounds.”

“Come on man. I’ll write ya a song, just for you.”

“I don’t like music” said The Taxi Driver.

“Who da fuck doesn’t like music? Dat’s fuckin mad. It’s like sayin ya don’t like sex. I mean, ya may not have it all da time and ya may have wit different kinds, but it’s still grand when ya ave it, right?”

“I enjoy sex. I just do not care for music.”

“What do you like den?”

“Listening to the radio” said The Taxi Driver.

“Are ya gonna help me?” Shane asked.

The Taxi Driver shut and locked his door, turned up the radio and went back to his newspaper, turning himself away from Shane. As he turned, Shane could see; in the man’s reflection, a stranger’s breath, trailing out behind him.

He turned away for a second and when he turned back, the taxi was gone; as if it had never been there to begin with. The streets were desolate and the only sound came from the horrendous wailing of the stabbing rain pouring from the heavens above and then defeat became his purpose.

Through the blurry grey rain and out in the very distance, came the sound of a roaring engine that sounded like a thousand charging horses galloping along the slippery bitumen. The sound drew louder as the car from which it sang grew closer until a shiny silver hearse burst through the thick fog and sped past his sight and careened off down the road swerving along as if inside some great battle were being undertaken for the control of one’s life or the destination of this body bringing car.

He had no money and he had no car, he had not a penny in his pants and not a drop of whiskey on his breath. How on earth was he to save the world from evil if he could not even save himself from sobriety?

He buried his hands in his loose fitting pants, designed for a man far wider at the hips and

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