part 1 Mr Ben
MR BEN Part one “ You little perishers!” Hearing the loud shattering of glass Ben strode out of the potting shed. “ How many times have I told you not to play around here?” He strode out into the hot sunlight, his face red with anger, muttering “ Damned kids!” and he stood with his hands raised, staring at the boy, who cowered back against the espaliered pear tree whose branches spread along the wall of mellow brick. They stood staring at each other for long moments, the boy’s face deathly pale,... Sign in to see full entry.