A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth

Aaron Ogles
Third year Creative Writing and English student.
Adam Noble’s Intervention.
It was green and grey inside the house today. It was mid-
morning and after stumbling through the front door in a
haze of fog and drizzle, Adam was greeted by a simple: ‘He’s here, Bri,’ and quickly found
himself ushered to the sofa by Sue. Brian entered a few moments later, joint in hand, and an
expression of pure detestation on his face. Adam eyed his parents with a kind of defiant
apprehension. He’d been naughty, time for slapped wrists.
‘What’s up with you?’ he scoffed to his father.
‘I’ll tell you what’s up with me, you little shit.’ Sue put a restraining hand on Brian’s
shoulder, ‘Get off me! You took my fucking float, I need that!’
‘For your little business transactions? You’re pathetic, Dad.’ Adam got up and took a few
steps across the room, ‘And if you will leave it on the cabinet like that. Carelessness leads to
costliness.’ He brushed a bit of fluff from his sleeve, ‘Is that even a saying?’
Brian’s face contorted with fury as Sue reapplied her hand to his shoulder, as if the mere
presence of it could calm him.
‘What did you spend it on, eh? Did you get another sparkling little ring for your face?’
‘No, actually,’ Adam strutted over to the window ledge and leant casually against it. The
yellow net curtain twitched as it brushed his clothes, ‘I went to your friend’s place and bought a
few grams of skunk,’ Sue slowly slid her hand from Brian’s shoulder, ‘then I took it to the old
Drop Redoubt fort on the cliffs, got high with my boyfriend, you know, the one you sold weed to
the other week, and then I fucked, literally fucked the shit out of hi-’
Brian was on him within a second, bounding across the room and with a swift swing
Adam was on the floor. A bloody eyebrow bar rolled across the carpet. Sue was between them
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