Clarence is one of Sebastian Worboys' characters. Sebastian is no longer with us, but he left behind no shortage of written works. I have the first nine chapters of his first book, written when he was only 16 while banged up abroad on tissue paper with a golf pencil. The remaining 15 chapters were destroyed by his insane in the membrane bunk pal.
Roscoe pistol-whipped him clean-out and hopped into the car, engine still running. He planted one hand at 12 o’clock on the steering wheel and hung his other outside the open electric window, signalling to Amber. “Get in, gorgeous!”
She never budged. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you for a spin.”
“But you can’t even drive.”
“Are you mad? I never stop robbing cars. Why do you think I’m always suspended from school?”
She hesitated. “I’ve got to be in. It’s dark.”
Roscoe grinned at her.
She added, “I’ve got homework.”
Roscoe laughed. Amber loved the way he held eye contact whenever he laughed. She checked every direction again, contemplating the wrath of her father if she got into trouble. Roscoe looked like he was having the time of his life, unhurried, unworried, patiently waiting.
“Come onnn,” he urged.
She bit her index fingernail. “Is that a real gun?”
© Sebastian Worboys 1996
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Sebastian profile
Clothes: Adidas
Heritage: Welsh
Hair: Sidepart
Meals: One a day
Music: xSkindeepxx
Gym: One swim a week
Study: Buddhism
Girlfriend: Pat Lem PO
Typing: 60 words per min
Fav Film: Vanilla Sky
Occupation: Shift Worker
Comedian: Paul Merton
Art: Jimmy Hughes Portraits
Sport: Bowls
Hobby: Archery
Would love to Meet: President Nixon
R.I.P
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