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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Her mother swept her up in her arms and gave her the biggest hug that she’d ever had then her father did the same. Gillian Grant smiled then Isobel threw her arms around her teacher and hugged her. “I told you it would be alright she whispered in her ear then said goodbye to her parents.

 

 

The house on Barnstaple road was empty as Finbar Kelly used his skills as a burglar to open the front door.

Stephen McGill and Michael O’Leary carried the black bag into the house whilst Billy Lort locked the car doors. “Don’t just sit there like a ninny Michael, put the kettle on would you.’ My mouth is as dry as an old crusty loaf.’

“How long are we gonna be waiting here.’

“Is there some where you need to be like Billy?’

“Aye I‘ve got a gig tonight at Wallsend Labour Club.’

“Don’t be fretting yourself lad, you’ll get there in good time.’

“We can all take a taxi can’t we lads.’

“Aye we can that; “Just make sure that you sing some Tamla Motown numbers tonight; don’t be singing the same old shite you sang last night.’

“The punters like the old songs; that’s why I sing them.’

“Well I don’t, so sing some new stuff.’

 

 

It was raining and Seamus was having difficulty manoeuvring the crane because of poor visibility. He had pondered over what Ralph Mason had told him. He was sick of running and hiding. In Australia he could get lost in any state and they wouldn’t be able to find them. Job prospects were good for both Annie and him as well but it was the promise of a good education for his kids meant more than anything to him. He wanted to give them the best start in life.’

He had moved several sheets of steel over to the dry dock that afternoon. The platers, welders, riveters, and corker burners were all in place ready to fix the cut steel in place. The super tanker called the Phoenix Star had been in the dry dock for over a month now and the men were nearly finished their part. Soon the paint sprayers would come in to finish the job then the ship would be sent out on sea trails before being handed over to the Iraq oil company KNPC in Kuwait.

When he had finished his shift Seamus made his way to the gate to clock out he pulled up the collar on his works jacket and clocked off. He was walking up the road to the bus stop when a car pulled up and the window went down. “Get in quick said Finbar Kelly who had been sent to fetch Seamus from work.

“Where’s McGill?’

“Supping a nice cup of tea in your house I expect.’ He looked over at Seamus and grinned. “I haven’t lost my skills at opening doors; yours was a piece of piss to open.’

“You should invest in some proper locks.’

Finbar changed gear as he got to Albion Road then turn left onto Chirton.

“So when is this operation going to start.’

It’s already begun Seamus; we’ve hit London, Birmingham, and Manchester but this one is going to be huge. “It will send a very strong message out to those bastards in Government.’

“At the expense of innocent people though Finbar, come on, that can’t be right.’

“If this is the only way to make the British Government take notice, then so be it.’

“I think that this is wrong both politically and morally.’

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