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Date de parution
30 août 2017
EAN13
9780722347669
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
1 Mo
It was the fox's fault. If it hadn't darted out from the verge into the path of the van, Sean wouldn't have swerved into the ditch and no one would have died. As it was, Sean and Nole find themselves on the side of the lane chatting with Azrael, the Angel of Death, and setting off along the crooked road to heaven. There, in the Serene Palace of Heavenly Justice, St Peter is waiting to tell them their fate, but in the meantime there is much to learn about the nature of death and a good deal of repenting to be done.
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Date de parution
30 août 2017
EAN13
9780722347669
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
1 Mo
Contents
Caper One. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 Caper Two. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17 Caper hree . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 25 Caper Four . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 38 Caper Fîve . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 51 Caper Sîx . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 60 Caper Seven . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 69 Caper Eîg . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 74
Aso Avaîabe . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 83
he Crooked Road to Heaven
Rober Connoy
ARTHUR H. STOCKWE TD Torrs Park, ïracombe, Devon, EX34 8BA Esabîsed 1898 www.asockwe.co.uk
2017 dîgîa versîon convered and pubîsed by Andrews UK îmîed www.andrewsuk.com
© Rober Connoy, 2017
Fîrs pubîsed în Grea Brîaîn, 2017
A rîgs reserved. No par o îs pubîcaîon may be reproduced or ransmîed în any orm or by any means, eecronîc or mecanîca, încudîng poocopy, recordîng, or any înormaîon sorage and rerîeva sysem, wîou permîssîon în wrîîng rom e copyrîg oder.
A story inspired by a wide awake, daylight, outofbody experience.
Capter One
ïn e sma own o Graîg-óg, a sraddes e geny meanderîng Barrow rîver as î wanders across e paîns o aoîs în cenra, rura ïreand sands a arge, aracîve buîdîng a serves as a pub, a grocery sore and a communîy cenre. ï îs named he Rooers’ Res. ï îs an împosîng presence overookîng e own square and as ong endeared îse o e înabîans. ï îs a venue or parîes and ceebraîons as we as beîng an îconîc meeîng pace or rîends and acquaînances. ï was ere one eary evenîng în mîd-Marc în e spacîous ounge o e pub a wo young men în eîr wenîes, namey Seán Coye and Noe Deegan, cose rîends, sa and engaged în conversaîon over a drînk wîs awaîîng e arrîva o anoer muua assocîae, Tom Doye, wo ad prevîousy arranged o mee em ere. “Do you înk Tom wî urn up, Seán?” Noe asked, seemîngy unceraîn abou Tom’s commîmen o e agreemen. “ï’ve never known îm no o keep îs word and î e soud aî on îs occasîon ï’m sure e wî ave a egîîmae excuse,” Seán repîed, and added ou o curîosîy, “Wy do you ask?” “We, ï was jus înkîn’ as î’s Frîday oday, ere’s usuay a Wesern Im on eevîsîon ater e evenîn’ news a nîne o’cock. So ï was opîng o be ome or nîne îry o cac î, a’s a.” “We, Noe, you can dîsmîss a îe worry because ï ave promîsed my rue ove, Maura, soon o be my wîe, a ï woud be a er parens’ ome by nîne o’cock and ï’ be droppîng you of jus beore a, so—” “Yea, yea, ï see. ha’s Ine, en,” Noe agreed. Ater a brîe pause e asked, “Wî you be oferîn’ o drop Tom of a îs ouse oo on e way, as you usuay do, î e urns up?” “O course, ow coud ï reuse? ï’s ony a Ive-mînue deour crîss-crossîng e Barrow rîver en roue and a wî save îm
rom avîng o cyce e wo mîes ome. He îsn’ oo sabe on îs bîke ater a ew pîns o Guînness. ï’ve encounered îm on a number o occasîons wobbîng aong and sopped o pîck îm up and sîde îs bîke îno e van roug e sîde door. He was aways graeu or my generosîy.” “Yea, ï know. He aways sowers you wî praîse wen we mee. ï waced îm se of or ome on îs bîke rom ere, wobbîn’ îke a drunken duck, and ï used o wonder, and sî do, ow e manages o make î ome saey. He as ended up în a cuser o brambes on e verge o e ane a eads rom e maîn road o îs ouse severa îmes and even ended up în e dîc more an once.” “ï can beîeve a,” Seán agreed, and conînued, “a woud accoun or e bruîses and scraces ï’ve noîced on îs ace occasîonay.” “ï woud îndeed and don’ wase your brea remîndîng îm a e soudn’ drînk and rîde a bîke aterwards because e wî answer wîou esîaîon a e drînk doesn’ afec îs cycîn’ skî. He od me a now and en e was orced o make a sudden swerve aong e ane o ome o avoîd runnîng over a ox a dared ou across îs pa unexpecedy rom an open gaeway, causîng îm o ose conro o îs bîke and Inîsîng up prosrae în a pîe o brambes, nees and someîmes, as ï’ve aready saîd, în a dîc. Accordîng o îm a’s e reason or e bruîses and scraces on îs ace and neck. He aso saîd î was a prîce wor payîn’ or avîn’ saved e ox’s îe,” Noe concuded. Seán auged and remarked, “We, e does ave a umanîarîan naure, and a asîde you’ve go o gîve îm credî or îs îngenuîy î e does înven seemîngy eroîc reasons or îs ack o baance under e înLuence o acoo.” “O, ï do îndeed, Seán. He’s a ovabe caracer and ï enjoy îsenîng o îs engy expanaîons, bu î ï ry o quesîon îm durîng one o îs carmîng accouns e sîmpy dîsmîsses î wî anoer unexpeced ye beîevabe excuse.”
“Yes, a’s a Iîng descrîpîon o Tom and e— woud you beîeve î, e man îmse as arrîved!” Seán excaîmed and raîsed a and o arac Tom’s aenîon. he aer noîced Seán’s gesure and e wen dîrecy o gree îs wo rîends. “We, eo, Seán and Noe. ï’m gad o see you bo ookîng I and eay, and ï mus add neîer o you ook a day oder an you were as week,” and e auged beore conînuîng, “a’s we wî your amîy members oo, ï ope?” Seán and Noe assured îm a were eîr amîy members were concerned a was îckîng over nîcey. “And your wîe Nora and e cîdren, Tom – ow are ey arîng?” Seán enquîred. “We now, Seán, ey’re Ine, and as ong as ey are Ine en so am ï and ere you ave î.” “Wî you be avîng a pîn o Guînness as usua, Tom?” Seán suggesed învîîngy. “We, Seán, uness ey’ve canged e name a’s exacy wa ï’ be avîng,” e answered wî a wîy aug. “Are you avîng e same agaîn, Noe?” Seán asked ou o orce o abî. “ï am îndeed and ï ave wo suggesîons o make. he Irs îs a ï pay or îs round and—” “O no, Noe!” Seán înerruped. “You paîd or e as round.” “ï know, bu you’re ony drînkîng emonade and ï don’ înk î’s aîr on you,” Noe voîced îs opînîon. “We, a’s ougu o you, Noe, bu ï mus însîs regardess o wa ï’m drînkîng. ï’ be drîvîng e van ome aer wî you and Tom or company and ï ave a rue ï never break – namey, ï never drînk acoo and drîve under îs înLuence. ï aso pay or my round în company regardess o drînk prîces. Ater a, e conversaîon can be more nourîsîng an e drînk. And now, Noe, wa’s e second suggesîon?” “We, a reaes o wa Tom answered wen you asked îm î îs drînk was Guînness and îs answer was yes uness e name
ad been canged. So, ï’m suggesîng cangîng e name o a pe orm – namey,bainne dubh. How does a sound o you wo?” Noe posed e quesîon. “Bainne dubh, a’s Gaeîc or back mîk!” Seán mused and agreed. “Yes, ï îke î. Wa do you înk, Tom?” “We, as ong as î doesn’ cange e ase ï’d say î’s a spark o înspîraîon, and ï’m gad my remark was îs însîgaîon,” Tom enused. “Rîg, Noe, ï’ pu your proposîîon o Ben Murpy, e barman, and see wa e makes o î,” Seán remarked as e depared o ge a round o drînks. Wen e reurned wî e drînks on a ray e smîed and saîd o Noe, “ï asked Ben or wo pîns o bainne dubhand e esîaed a momen beore answerîng, ‘ha’s Gaeîc or back mîk and a mus reer o Guînness.’ So, ï saîd ‘correc’ and înormed îm o your suggesîon o bapîse Guînness wî e endearîng pe namebainne dubh, a eas ere în he Roosers’ Res, and e agreed a î was an approprîae pe name or e word-amous drînk. So, e’s goîng o pu your reques o e cîenee as soon as e ges a quîe momen.” “You wî be amous round ere î a name caces on, Noe.” Tom soked e embers o excîemen and joked, “You’ sî ak o us î you become amous, won’ you?” “We now, Tom, ï coud ardy îgnore you sînce you’re a wakîng adverîsemen or e drînk.” And e auged aoud and Tom and Seán joîned în e auger. A îe aer Ben Murpy’s voîce ecoed round e spacîous ounge as Noe’s suggesîon was pu o e ew dozen cusomers scaered abou e area. “And jus în case any o you ave orgoen your Gaeîc,bainne dubhmeans back mîk. So wa do you înk?” A brîe sîence oowed, broken by a ong-îme reguar drînker o Guînness în e pub wo excaîmed oudy, “Hooray or ebainne dubh!” And îs ouburs was quîcky oowed by a cascadîng eco o approva rom a presen and Noe was sowered wî compîmens as we, muc o îs embarrassmen.
