A Feather in your Cap. (pt. 1)

Crown Heights, thought Percy Robeson sourly, looking down from the lip of the winding lane and out across from the hill and away over the vastness of London. For a moment he was giddy, bracing himself against the ruin of an old lamppost. Gulping a breath or two, his eyes followed shadows in the wide red afternoon sky, scudding along on an invisible current, clouds, smoke or birds he couldn’t tell.
( Read more... )