| He was very little then, and he had got scared... 171 |
[Feb. 10th, 2010|10:39 pm] |
He was very little then, and he had got scared and answered in Spanish, and she had scolded himMartinez's leg twitchedShe had made him cry, he could remember thatToday, he could screw with herThe idea fed him with a pleasurable maliceLittle-tit librarian, he would spit on her nowBut the library stalls were still a troop hold, and his fear returned
A whistle blew, startling him"Men for boat-deck fifteen," a voice shouted down, and one of the platoons started going up the ladderMartinez could feel the tension in everyone around him, the way their voices had become quietWhy could they not go first? he asked himself, hating the added tension which would come from waitingSomething was going to happen to him
After an hour their signal came, and they jogged up the ladder, and stood milling outside the hatchway for |
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