Green As Grass

The second eBook published by Wormintheworks for the outstanding west country author Richard Johnston.Green As Grass is the humorous tale of Albert Fry and Joseph Green, two tramps who become friends when they meet in a makeshift shelter inside the boiler room of a chemical plant. Joseph, who has only recently become homeless, has much to learn from Albert, who has been on the streets for many yea...

File Size: 160 KB
Print Length: 43 pages
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Publisher: Wormintheworks; 1 edition (November 30, 2011)
Publication Date: November 30, 2011
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
ASIN: B006GRSQBQ
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Format: PDF Text djvu book

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s and has a few tricks up his sleeves.Soon after they become friends the two begin to talk about their past and realise that they just might be able to make some money with a daring heist! With moments of drama and even more moments of comedy, Green As Grass will have you chuckling on virtually every page.Here's a small taster from the opening page:The street light shone brightly on the rain-soaked cobblestones as the stooping figure of Albert Fry shuffled across them. The peak of his cap dripped constantly and his shabby overcoat was twice the weight that it was when dry. His rasping cough gave ominous notice of ill health to come. Albert was the town tramp and his appearance marked him out for his role just as the lord mayor’s chain of office marks him out for his. Some people, it must be said, took pity on Albert and gave him handouts of food and the odd coin or two. Most though simply chose to ignore him. At night he just did not exist, it was a case of not being able to see him in the dark. Tonight was to be no exception as he looked for a dry place to rest his weary body, somewhere that he might sleep in relative safety. Many times in the past he had found refuge in garden sheds, without their owners’ knowledge. Because of the rise in thefts from such easily accessible places most were now fitted with strong padlocks, thus denying the old man of his sleeping quarters. Tonight was a particularly bad night for Albert who never minded the cold so much, but rain was a real threat to his wellbeing. The time of night was also against him as the public houses were about to let loose onto the streets the drunken yobs who took sordid pleasure in baiting him. On two previous occasions he had been the victim of drunken violence that had resulted in him spending unwanted time in the local hospital. He was beaten to within an inch of his life for being in what can only be described as reduced circumstances. Indeed if being poor was a crime then Albert had been guilty for a very long time. As he was pondering where he might find a dry place to sleep it came to him that he might sneak into the boiler house at the chemical factory. After having been there before he knew that it was a safe haven where he would not be disturbed. All of a sudden Albert was filled with fear as rowdy voices were headed in his direction. He melted into the obscurity of a darkened shop doorway. He froze like a statue as a gang of rowdy youths passed by, all except one that is. This particular youth stood directly in front of Albert and proceeded to unzip his flies.“Oh please, God, don’t let him do it over me,” prayed Albert.The prayer was to no avail as the steaming stream covered Albert’s feet until the youth was spent of his evening’s drink. He staggered off after his mates leaving Albert to shake each foot in turn.----This book contains mildly bad language and scenes of adult humour and may not be suitable for younger audiences.----