Asturias

Asturias

Brian Caswell

Language: English

Pages: 138

ISBN: B019136EY2

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Asturias explores a tragic time in Spanish history and the painful past of a family while hitting the pulse of what it is like to be a youth and delivering an engaging narrative of the rise and fall of a teenage band. It offers all the elements that draw you in, a narrative from different points of view. Accurate writing of characters from an adult writer that still knows what it feels like to be a teenager, the excitement that stories about fame always have for us non-famous folk.

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once they step through the sliding doors. They’re rules everyone knows, but nobody knows how they know them. They aren’t printed and stuck to the walls, you aren’t taught them at school, and the police probably couldn’t enforce them. But they are rules. Most lifts will have signs telling you how many people can fit in safely, some will even tell you that you can’t smoke. But you will never see a sign saying, Passengers Must Face the Front of the Lift. So how come everyone always does? We

the rest of the band comes in, the lights rise, and Sonja Vegas begins to sing. “I’ve had enough of promises, and all the broken dreams …” At the back of the stadium, Max Parnell finds a step to sit on. He shakes his head, and stares down at Alex, who plays without looking at the strings, and casually holds the gaze of a megastar. “Nice one, kid.” He whispers the words to himself, and wipes his hand over his face. “Symonds is going to have an orgasm …” 28 REQUIEM CHRISSIE’S STORY Three

did that I shouldn’t have. It’s not logical, but it happens.” Still he didn’t speak, but there was a life in his face that had been missing for too long. I pressed on. “You can’t keep punishing yourself. There was nothing you could have done that you didn’t do. And you didn’t do a thing wrong. You said it yourself … Shit happens.” For a moment I thought he was going to say something, but then I saw the tears begin to well up and he stood and ran into the house. I didn’t know whether to

lodged on one of the rocky outcrops, maybe ten or eleven metres down the face. There was blood on his face, and one of his arms was sticking out at a sickening angle, and there was no way of telling if he was dead or alive. What was clear was that the slightest movement — perhaps even the wind — would send him plummeting the rest of the way to the rocks below. It was just a knob of rock, not even a ledge, and Alex was halfway down to it. While Chrissie fumbled with her mobile to call for help,

pressuring him. A foot in the door only gets you a bruised instep.” Old habits die hard. Max was just standing there and I realised that he was waiting. “I’m sorry …” I stepped back as I stammered the apology, and swept an arm absently towards the interior. “Please come in. And call me Chrissie.” I struggled to control the rush of nerves I was feeling. He smiled. “Max.” I shook his outstretched hand and we moved inside. Shutting the door I caught him “casing” the flat. Definitely a

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