Klempner
Is it worth it?
Bare brick….
Barred windows….
The sound of yelling, coughing, toilets flushing, echoing footsteps….
The clang of doors closing, then locking….
And the smell….
Sweat….
Disinfectant….
Cigarette smoke….
…. And f*****g cabbage….
Why cabbage? All the f*****g vegetables in the world and the whole f*****g place smells of boiled cabbage.
I try to read a book. Thankfully, that’s one thing that isn’t taken away; the ability to lose yourself in a decent read.
‘The Godfather’….
Amateurs….
I turn over, lying first on one side, then the other, trying to find a position where the mattress doesn’t sag enough to curve my spine into a f*****g pretzel….
The door clangs open and Sutcliffe steps inside. He looks briefly back out into the walkway then re-enters, pushing
