Kindle Edition
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Category:
Humor
Publisher: Mark C Sutton
Type: Fiction
Pages: 187
Copyright: Jun 6, 2015
Price: $3.10 (eBook)
The 'killer wrinklies of Crabley-on-Sea' are introduced in this short prequel to the 'Bingo and Bullets' saga...
Fat Gary Jenkins, an arrogant, anti-social bully and ne'er do-well, takes a particular delight in intimidating his elderly next-door neighbours, but the tables are suddenly turned when he is targeted by a mysterious, mafiosa-style gang that is made up of foul-mouthed, highly violent, female pensioners, all of whom possess incredibly strange, yet exotic, nick-names, in this short prequel to the full-length, darkly humorous novels, 'Bingo and Bullets - The Borzelliero Bunch', and 'Bingo and Bullets - The Scarpelli Scorpions'.
This edition features a sample prelude and first chapter from 'Bingo and Bullets - Book One - The Borzelliero Bunch', and also showcases two of Mark C Sutton's previous works, the short story, 'Grandad Miller, Serial Killer and the Two Little Bastards', and part one of the novel, 'Grandad Miller, Serial Killer'.
'The Killer Wrinklies' was previously published under the title 'Bingo and Bullets - The Ballad of Fat Gary Jenkins'.
Warning: Contains scenes of graphic violence and very strong language. Not suitable for minors.
Excerpt
Gary returned to the bedroom a couple of minutes later, and couldn’t resist having another look out of the window to see if the old woman was still in the street. He pulled the curtain aside for a second time, and peered out into the road; instantly, he jumped backwards. The old woman was still there, except now she was stood right outside his house, and was staring up at him, her face cold, hard, completely devoid of any sort of emotion. Gary could see the old woman’s features much more clearly now that she had moved to the front of his home; she had a rounded, almost bloated face, with large, unblinking eyes. Her face was deathly pale, and appeared to be covered in blotches and blemishes. The woman was very tall, easily over six foot in height, and she looked pretty overweight too. Gary estimated her age as being around seventy. She was wearing a long, dark raincoat, and her arms hung limply at her sides. The old woman was holding a handbag. Gary watched as it slowly slipped out of her hand and hit the pavement, but she didn’t appear to notice this at all; the woman was too busy staring back up at Fat Gary Jenkins.
Gary felt a shiver run down his spine. He immediately rebuked himself for feeling slightly spooked.
“Pull yourself together you stupid twat, it’s just some demented old bag who’s probably lost or something.” He cursed to himself. Gary waved at the woman again. She continued to stare up at him, but there was no other reaction from her at all. Gary tried smiling at the woman, nervously. No reaction.
“Right, you miserable cow.” He spat, and he opened up the bedroom window.
“Oi!” He shouted at the old lady. “What’s your fucking game? Do you realise what time of night it is? Now piss off home.” The lady in the raincoat looked at Gary blankly, unmoved by his tirade; it was almost as if the old woman hadn’t even heard what Gary had shouted to her. Something suddenly occurred to Gary. Hey, I wonder if she’s a ghost? Or am I just being fucking stupid? He thought. Ghosts? Nah, there’s no such thing. Is there? Of course there fucking isn’t… or is there? Fat Gary Jenkins wasn’t so sure anymore… he remembered back, to a story that his mother had told him, years ago.
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