Frank stayed silent as they walked. The lads usually ran home, but today they were in no rush – in no rush to leave their youth behind. Frank was always home doing chores when Jock and Jimmy came in from the colliery, black with coal dust and bone-weary. Frank would soon be one of them.
Jamie picked up a stone from the road and threw it over the low stone fence towards some grazing sheep. One looked up, still munching, as the stone fell three feet short.
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