..and if you don't like the last sentence of #190 then I'm sorry,my work doesn't get any better..
You mean this one?
" Was the backspatter the source of the blood as Jeremy crept into the twins room like a cat and pumped five shots into one body and three in the other,as one infant was sucking his thumb as surrogate,he too feeling the lovelessness of this Georgian edifice as Jeremy had done himself of yesteryear,but who now no longer questioned,who no longer cared, but vowed to be hands-on,the master of his own destiny,whilst the tractor could rust among the coarse barley bristles and Jeremy felt only freedom,freedom, as he pedalled along the sea wall,feeling only the fresh ,cool salt wind against the contours of his face.."
Bit long isn't it? Almost suffocated reading it - must try harder I'd say!!
