A SLAUGHTERMAN'S TAIL
FOREWORD
As I lay there on the bed, I thought of Uncle Dai and Cyril and my solemn very conscious promise at my little friend Oby’s funeral. That I would wreak on his miserable sanctimonious child abusing father, and his corrupt church. For all they had done to my friend in the name of religion. Cyril had found out when the next evening church meeting was taken place. So we had laid in wait for the non-ordained Reverend fucking Jones. Just as he was getting out of his big flash car. Checking that there were no witnesses lurking about. The three of us quickly emerged out of the shadows of a medieval gothic doorway on the side of the church. Ready to pounce and bundle the old bastard into the boot of Cyril's car. And guess what, when he saw us coming for he dropped dead right in front of us. Almost before he hit the Tarmac Dai and Cyril went through his pockets, removing his wallet and diamond ring, just to cover expenses you understand, Dai said to me smiling. Staring in shocked silence at the dead body of Reverend Jones, laying stone dead on the cold car park ground. I felt that my friend Oby had been suitably avenged, God had taken the old pervert probably sending him straight down to hell for taking the piss out of him.