Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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1 Kerry Greenwood<br />
‘What I mean to say is the rotten cow shouldn’t ha’ sacked me<br />
just like that,’ declared the drinker, sharing his grievance with<br />
the pub at large. ‘Just because I lost his flamin’ dustcoat. It was<br />
an old rag anyway. It’s going against the dignity of the working<br />
man to make him wear a dustcoat.’<br />
‘That was six months ago,’ said the barman resignedly. ‘You<br />
gotta get over this, Jack.’<br />
‘I ain’t had a job that lasted more than a few days since,’<br />
complained Jack. ‘This country’s going down the gurgler, that’s<br />
where it’s going. Things ain’t been the same since the war—that’s<br />
what done for us fighting men.’<br />
‘You weren’t in the Great War,’ said a nearby drinker. ‘You<br />
spent your whole time in the bloody pay corps while we was<br />
sweatin’ blood at Poziéres.’<br />
‘About now,’ said Bert to Cec, <strong>and</strong> ordered another beer.<br />
‘How will it go?’ asked Cec. Bert was never wrong about the<br />
progress of a fight.<br />
‘He’ll scream at the digger that he was too in the fighting,’<br />
predicted Bert.<br />
‘I fought all right!’ yelled Jack.<br />
‘Then some other coot will put his oar in…’ said Bert.<br />
‘No, you bloody wasn’t. Anyway, Alderton, what’s happened<br />
to all that money you was flashing around? Lost it on the gees?’<br />
asked another drinker, evidently devoid of the sense of selfpreservation<br />
so essential in tête-à-têtes in Australian hotels, or<br />
else fancying his chances.<br />
‘Then Alderton will st<strong>and</strong> up <strong>and</strong> offer to fight everyone…’<br />
said Bert.<br />
‘I’ll fight any man in this pub!’ howled Black Jack Alderton,<br />
pulling off his coat.<br />
‘And then someone will king-hit him,’ said Bert.<br />
The soldier from Poziéres rose to the challenge. He was small,<br />
with a gamecock walk <strong>and</strong> big h<strong>and</strong>s, so pale that the inexperienced<br />
might have thought that he was afraid. But Bert knew<br />
that he was flooded with cold rage. His dad had always told<br />
him that the red-faced were blusterers, not to be taken seriously.