Man Made the Lightning
I remember a time when some ones colour was to do with their mood, or how sick they were. When British was a proud boast and a flag flown not an insult to your neighbour. When being born British was said to be like being born with one foot in heaven, before Man Made Lightning and showed us our other foot was in hell. Ulti Zucken is an old man, living alone, unclean in a dirty little house, at the end of his rubbish-strewn garden. Barely seen and almost never heard. With an interest in troubled youth and macabre fascination in the demons they dream. Nathan Trait is a wanna-be journalist who will stop at something to get his story, although he has no idea how far that will be And the rest of them, who cares? Their all mashed up, and mixed up like the rest of us, they could be dragged off any street in any town. Lost in their self-importance, greed and loathing, blind to the one true law every action has a re-action.
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