‘Get up you thief!’ A hard voice growled.
‘Pa!’ Boen blurted, before retching bile on the tiles.
‘You dirty bastard! Get up, get out!’
His head spinning and his throat burning, Boen was dragged into the garden and punched hard in the face. He fell, clasping his head as he looked up. His father was standing over him, coiling his belt around his knuckles, his face contorted in a lour of ferocity.
To be continued:
In A Landscape
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