Sketches, Dispatches, Hull Tales and Ballads - University of Hull
Sketches, Dispatches, Hull Tales and Ballads - University of Hull
Sketches, Dispatches, Hull Tales and Ballads - University of Hull
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Gerald considered lying, then dismissed the idea as ridiculous,<br />
after all, what did he have to hide?<br />
‘Six or seven.’<br />
Mick smiled to himself.<br />
‘That’s the difference between me <strong>and</strong> you, isn’t it? I’m the poor<br />
bugger who has to live with not being able to sleep, but you just<br />
study it.’<br />
‘I never claimed that my work was autobiographical.’<br />
Gerald couldn’t fathom the look he gave him then, but before he<br />
could say anything else Mick turned left, <strong>and</strong> put his foot down.<br />
‘You know something, I used to watch my wife when she was<br />
asleep beside me, peer at her eyelids fluttering, gently rest my head<br />
on her heart <strong>and</strong> listen to the lovely steady rhythm <strong>of</strong> her breathing.’<br />
They raced past a row <strong>of</strong> darkened shops; some lads swore at Mick<br />
when he failed to stop for them at a crossing; they turned left again,<br />
tyres squealing.<br />
‘Would you mind slowing down?’<br />
‘I’d wonder if she was dreaming, try to picture what comforting<br />
story she was caught up in. Then I’d go back to staring at the ceiling<br />
<strong>and</strong> try to imagine what I would dream about, if I fell asleep. But I<br />
never did.’<br />
Gerald looked around nervously; they appeared to be heading out<br />
<strong>of</strong> the centre.<br />
‘You know something? I grew to hate my wife. I couldn’t st<strong>and</strong> the<br />
sight <strong>of</strong> her. It drove me crazy, knowing she was <strong>of</strong>f in some other,<br />
better place, <strong>and</strong> I was left behind. I live alone now, it’s best that way.’<br />
The rain was lashing down, Gerald didn’t know <strong>Hull</strong>, didn’t<br />
recognize any <strong>of</strong> these places. Then they were on a flyover, to the<br />
left a monumentally ugly Premier Inn erupted from somewhere<br />
below, like a malignant growth.<br />
‘Mick, Mick. I want you to turn round <strong>and</strong> take me to my hotel.’<br />
When he didn’t reply, Gerald took out his mobile.<br />
‘Right, I’m going to – ’<br />
Gerald felt a sharp tug as Mick grabbed the mobile from his h<strong>and</strong>