The Troubles

"The Troubles " the story is set in Belfast and the North East in 1969.
Seamus Webster and his family flee the riots in Belfast and come to live on Barnstaple Road in North Shields - where he takes up work as a crane driver in Smith's Docks his wife Annie finds a job in the Co-op in Whitley Bay - Seamus is good at DIY and gets lots of work decorating or fitting out new kitchens for people. His father Michael is serving a very long sentence when he is implicated in a
bombing of an army base- his skills as a bomb maker have been passed down to his oldest son and Stephen Mcgill is on the look -out for him as a bombing campaign has begun on mainland Britain. Newcastle has been chosen as the target - can Seamus avoid getting mixed up in this. Read what happens in this tense thriller.


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When the Webster’s got inside the house Seamus put his fingers to his lips; he went into the kitchen and wrote on a piece of note paper “THEY ARE LISTENING IN; SAY NOTHING, DO NOT MENTION ANYTHING UNTIL I HAVE CHECKED THE HOUSE OVER.’ Seamus checked the kitchen; living room, bedrooms and even the bathroom. He found one device inside the lampshade in the bedroom, one behind the headboard and one underneath the bed; there was another in the bathroom stuck behind the mirror and one under the table in the kitchen. He placed them into a cup with water which would destroy the signal.

“Finally Seamus spoke first. “Let’s not panic here; they will be watching us to see if we try to make another run for it.’ He undid the phone at the bottom and checked inside; there was another device. “How asked Annie?’ Seamus took out the bug and destroyed it. “They kept us talking in here whilst Michael and Finbar planted the bugs.’ “It’s easy enough to do.’ Liam keep an eye out upstairs will you son; they will be watching us mark my words. “I want all of us to go about our daily business, tomorrow we go to mass, Annie you go to work as normal on Monday, Liam you go to school, where is your sister?’

“She’s gone over to Janice’s house.’ “Liam you go get her and bring her back here.’ Liam was pleased at least he would see Jan; even if it was for just a few minutes.

He put his Crombie which was dark in colour and slipped out into the darkness. He looked up and then down the road before running as fast as he could towards Malvern Road.

He didn’t stop until he reached Jan’s house then rang the doorbell. It was Jan who answered.

Oh you decided to turn up then.’

“Look Jan I’m sorry; some thing has happened at home; I cannot tell you about it now.’

“Will you be at school on Monday?’

“Yes,’ I expect so why said Jan curious to find out what had happened?’

“Meet me in the school library at lunch time.’

“Now tell my sister I have come for her would you; wait Liam called back to Jan as she turned to go back into the house. Liam put his arms around her and kissed her tenderly.

“Who is it shouted Brenda from inside?’

“It’s Liam he’s come to get you.’

Brenda came running down the passage with her coat. “Is every thing alright she asked with the look of fear in her eyes.’

Aye, everything is fine; come on Da’ wants you back home.’

“We have to go; see you on Monday Jan.’ Liam took Brenda by the hand and the two of them ran back up the road just as a taxi pulled up and Jan’s mother got out. She was drunk of course although you wouldn’t know it. Years of hard drinking had paid havoc on her face and body. Lines were now prominent on the once pretty face that had not a blemish; her once curvaceous figure that was the envy of most women was now just a bag of bones. Jan wondered how Melvin Thomas found her mother attractive as she paid the driver then walked calmly into the house.

“Was that Brenda and Liam Webster I saw running up the road.

“Yes mother, they stayed with me until you came in.’ “they came over to keep me company as I didn’t want me to be in the house alone.’

“That was very considerate of them.’

“Yes it was, they are good friends.’

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