Books with author Pauline Youd

Greg didn’t know how long he had lain on the floor when he came to, but the room was spinning. His right knee was hurting and when he put his hand down to feel it, blood smeared his hand. His back ached, and his elbow felt bruised. He lay quietly for a few minutes and gradually the dizziness subsided somewhat. It was then he heard a cough followed by shuffling footsteps above. Someone else was in the house! His thoughts filled with pictures of the escaped prisoner. His heart raced and his mouth went dry. He had better be quiet and wait till whoever it was had gone. Greg’s nose began itching with the dust. He tried to stifle it but a sneeze rocked his whole body.

Greg didn’t know how long he had lain on the floor when he came to, but the room was spinning. His right knee was hurting and when he put his hand down to feel it, blood smeared his hand. His back ached, and his elbow felt bruised. He lay quietly for a few minutes and gradually the dizziness subsided somewhat. It was then he heard a cough followed by shuffling footsteps above. Someone else was in the house! His thoughts filled with pictures of the escaped prisoner. His heart raced and his mouth went dry. He had better be quiet and wait till whoever it was had gone. Greg’s nose began itching with the dust. He tried to stifle it but a sneeze rocked his whole body.

Brown mud oozed around Greg’s rubber boots, making a soft swishing sound as he worked. The sun was warm on his back. He could hear bird song and the rustle of a breeze through the gum trees above. There was no sound of people around. Or was there? He stiffened. Someone was coming down the steep bank, slipping and sliding on the gravel. Greg looked around hastily. A tall grass tree with three black trunks stood nearby. Quickly he threw down his trowel into a clump of reeds and hid behind the grass tree. As he watched, a scruffy, furtive youth scrambled up to a group of rocks under a tree and stuffed a bulging sack down among the granite boulders. Then he returned the way he had come, passing within centimetres of Greg’s hiding place. Greg froze. What was in the sack? And just what could he do about it?

Greg didn't know how long he had lain on the floor when he came to, but the room was spinning. His right knee was hurting and when he put his hand down to feel it, blood smeared his hand. His back ached, and his elbow felt bruised.He lay quietly for a few minutes and gradually the dizziness subsided somewhat. It was then he heard a cough followed by shuffling footsteps above. Someone else was in the house!His thoughts filled with pictures of the escaped prisoner. His heart raced and his mouth went dry. He had better be quiet and wait till whoever it was had gone.Greg's nose began itching with the dust. He tried to stifle it but a sneeze rocked his whole body.

Greg didn’t know how long he had lain on the floor when he came to, but the room was spinning. His right knee was hurting and when he put his hand down to feel it, blood smeared his hand. His back ached, and his elbow felt bruised. He lay quietly for a few minutes and gradually the dizziness subsided somewhat. It was then he heard a cough followed by shuffling footsteps above. Someone else was in the house! His thoughts filled with pictures of the escaped prisoner. His heart raced and his mouth went dry. He had better be quiet and wait till whoever it was had gone. Greg’s nose began itching with the dust. He tried to stifle it but a sneeze rocked his whole body.

Brown mud oozed around Greg’s rubber boots, making a soft swishing sound as he worked. The sun was warm on his back. He could hear bird song and the rustle of a breeze through the gum trees above. There was no sound of people around. Or was there? He stiffened. Someone was coming down the steep bank, slipping and sliding on the gravel.Greg looked around hastily. A tall grass tree with three black trunks stood nearby. Quickly he threw down his trowel into a clump of reeds and hid behind the grass tree. As he watched, a scruffy, furtive youth scrambled up to a group of rocks under a tree and stuffed a bulging sack down among the granite boulders. Then he returned the way he had come, passing within centimetres of Greg’s hiding place.Greg froze. What was in the sack? And just what could he do about it?

The man drew up outside the shadowy house. He cut the engine. The vehicle glided silently behind the studio which stood apart from the house. He pulled on the hand brake, clutching the Molotov cocktail bomb in his left hand. The summer night was dark. He could hear the trill of cicadas but he ignored them. Silently he made his way to the studio window. The girl had her back to him. His stomach was churning with hate as he lit the rag stuck in the glass bottle, filled with petrol, and pushed the window wider. Then he hurled the bomb with all his might at the shorts the girl was wearing. There was screaming as the flames took hold and running footsteps as the father appeared behind his daughter. The man didn’t wait to see more. He raced back to his car and scrambled into the driver’s seat, started the engine, switched the headlights on, and put the gears into reverse. Before he steered the car backwards he saw someone lit up by his departing beams. Someone he didn’t want to see.

Brown mud oozed around Greg’s rubber boots, making a soft swishing sound as he worked. The sun was warm on his back. He could hear bird song and the rustle of a breeze through the gum trees above. There was no sound of people around. Or was there? He stiffened. Someone was coming down the steep bank, slipping and sliding on the gravel.Greg looked around hastily. A tall grass tree with three black trunks stood nearby. Quickly he threw down his trowel into a clump of reeds and hid behind the grass tree.As he watched, a scruffy, furtive youth scrambled up to a group of rocks under a tree and stuffed a bulging sack down among the granite boulders. Then he returned the way he had come, passing within centimetres of Greg’s hiding place.Greg froze. What was in the sack? And just what could he do about it?