how he turned thereon the bank of thedark river and saidfook you, get all thosebooks away from me.and I stopped andsaid, well fook you toothen. he seemed to likethat and smiled.and I said SamSam what am I goingto do? still smilinghe cocked his head.you keep going,keep going tillthe end of the road.and what then I askedwhat then?he said nothing, just stared at me still smiling.the dark … Continue reading Sam by Frank Freeman