by Joe Mitchell
Paul opened the door and ran at the grubby looking youth. He grabbed him by the collar of his German army parka and began shaking him. "Give me your fucking money, you bastard! I want your fucking money!"
The youth quickly delved into his left coat pocket and pulled out a five pound note and held it out for Paul. "That's all I've got - take it!"
But a five pound note was of fuck all use to Paul. He shoved the guy to the ground and sat on his chest, his eyes wide open with rage. "I want fucking coins, you bastard! Give me all your fucking money!"
To make sure he got the message, Paul started to bang the poor cunt's head off the ground.
It obviously did the trick because, within seconds, the youth was emptying his pockets out on to the floor. A ten pence piece began to roll away towards the grass, and Paul got up and scrambled after it as if it was gold itself.
Turning from the kid on the deck, Paul ran back to the phone box like a man possessed and quickly dialled a number. His mind was racing, his heart beating faster than ever.
"Come on! Come on!" Paul screamed as he waited for an answer.
"Hello, Medway Taxis. Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I want a taxi from the Oak Point flats to the Red Lion in Gillingham . . ."
"Five minutes?" asked the voice.
"Yeah, great. The name's West - I'll be waiting by the entrance."
The kid was still refilling his pockets as he nervously watched Paul come out of the telephone box. He got to his feet as Paul approached and began to walk backwards, away from the skinhead. "I don't want any more trouble, mate."
"So don't fucking mess with the MSS!" Paul shouted as he headed for where he'd told the taxi to pick him up.
When he got back from Millwall, he'd have to unpack his bags because he wasn't going anywhere. What a fucking prick I've been, Paul said to himself, knowing that he'd have to apologise to Tony for mouthing off at the party. Wait until he hears that the fucking bitch is getting married. . .
THE END
"No one likes us - we don't care"
To the Rainham End.
Saturday's Heroes
© Joe Mitchell 1994, 2011
KINDLE VERSION
Published by Low Life, Scotland.
ALSO AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK ISBN 978-1-898928-05-8
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The characters and events are purely imaginary.
Any resemblance to real life is truly amazing.
There is no such place as Gillingham.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
