Jack Hughes - schoolboy: hero
Thinking the tramp was back on old Gibson’s wall,
Jack crept down the hall to the front door. Getting a fingernail under each
side of the letterbox, he pulled it up to look out. Staring back were the
tramp’s black, dead eyes.Screaming, Jack fell back; letting the letterbox
slam shut. He lay on the carpet, shaking as the flap slowly opened. Feeling his
mobile in his pocket was all the courage he needed. He would call the police.
He stood uppressing ninety-nine without even
looking. All he had to do was press one more nine and tell the police who he
was. His brother went missing a week ago. They would be round like a shot. Of
course, they would.
Holding up his mobile to show the tramp peering
through the letterbox, he cried out, “I’m going to phone the police, I am.
They’re going to lock you up and throw away the key.”
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