Friday, September 09, 2022

First Paragraph

The new bloke's name was Roper. Soon as I set eyes on him I knew he'd never make a salesman. He was about twenty-four and not very tall, and he'd a pink face with a long pointed nose and blond hair slicked straight back with the pink puckered skin of a scar running up into the roots of it. The scar looked odd on him somehow: he didn't seem the kind of chap who'd have a scar like that. You'd never think he'd been to sea. That's how he got the scar: a lascar with a bottle in Marseille.

-From Of Love and Hunger by Julian Maclaren-Ross

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