Tag: a short history of the troubles

Jack held his da’s old black revolverhigh in his hand, even with his face.His fingers barely reached the trigger.In time, it would be an easy squeeze,a proper squeeze for a proper Doherty,but for now, he would wipe its barrelacross his face like a fillum gangster.The soot of coal and Sperrin spit clung to Jack’s face,…