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"Got the fucking Russians to thank for that," Jessamy retrieved her knife from the ground between Hamnavoe's outstretched legs and used it skewer a morsel of squirrel meat, "open wide."
"What? Ye're gonnae feed me?"
Instead of replying she poked the meat into his mouth.
"Sho," began Hamnavoe, in mid-chew. Didn't this guy EVER shut up, thought Jessamy, "Why'd the islanders call 'em Preens? It's a stupid fuckin' name."
"Beaconsfield had two companies of elite military on the island with him as well as the regular army, the cannon fodder," explained Jessamy, "soldiers from the Parachute Regiment and some commandos from the Royal Marines. To make life easier he decided to... amalgamate them. It wasn't a popular decision, but Para Marines eventually became Parines, then just Preens. Slang."
"Ah right, still a stupid fuckin' name though. This squirrel's very good... so what happened when ye got to the mainland JB?"
"Call me that again and I'll feed you your nuts."
COMING SOON - CHAPTER TWO: OBAN
- COMMENTS
Anonymous10 months agoI think I’m hooked, brilliant start to the story! Life is hard enough now I shudder to think of the hell it would be post apocalypse regardless of the cause. The sad thing about Maria’s betrayal is that she probably did think she was doing Jessamy a favour, obviously she was likely to benefit from it.
Thanks for sharing.
Tess (uk)
Anonymousover 2 years agoThe pace is good, and the reminiscences well placed. Looking forward to the next instalment.
