BAD II THE BONE : Synopsis

The life blood was draining from Jimmy’s bullet-riddled body, drenching Spokes in crimson and all he could do was rock his best friend on his lap murmuring ineffectual prayers as if it would soothe his injuries. But he knew even if instinct was trying to obscure the truth, his spar’s last moments on earth would be here. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Jesus Christ.”

His breddrin was dying in his arms in the most ignoble of death beds and nothing in Big Jim’s Scrap Yard, including Spokes’ subdued wailing, would change that inevitable fact.

He was numb, he was confused.

Huddled together in shadows cast over them by the rusting architecture of cars and vans - rising from grease stained soil as if it was the master work of some enfant terrible of the art world – Spokes was sensing everything around him with what seemed like hyper clarity. The smells of rust were intense, the groans of contracting metal from the afternoon sun acute. He was sweating and trembling as the unfamiliar symptoms of shock played havoc on his senses. He was finding it difficult to remember even the journey here.

Damn, it was the call.



	BAD II THE BONE : Synopsis The life blood was draining from Jimmy’s bullet-riddled body, drenching Spokes in crimson and all he could do was rock his best friend on his lap murmuring ineffectual prayers as if it would soothe his injuries. But he knew even if instinct was trying to obscure the truth, his spar’s last moments on earth would be here. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Jesus Christ.” His breddrin was dying in his arms in the most ignoble of death beds and nothing in Big Jim’s Scrap Yard, including Spokes’ subdued wailing, would change that inevitable fact. He was numb, he was confused. Huddled together in shadows cast over them by the rusting architecture of cars and vans - rising from grease stained soil as if it was the master work of some enfant terrible of the art world – Spokes was sensing everything around him with what seemed like hyper clarity. The smells of rust were intense, the groans of contracting metal from the afternoon sun acute. He was sweating and trembling as the unfamiliar symptoms of shock played havoc on his senses. He was finding it difficult to remember even the journey here. Damn, it was the call.