Jon Hagadorn
π€ SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
She knelt down by the prone figure and turned him very gingerly over.
He neither groaned nor moaned.
He was young, she saw, rather a pleasant-faced young man, well-dressed and wearing a small toothbrush mustache.
There was no external mark of injury that she could see, but she was quite positive that he was either dead or dying.
His eyelids flickered, and the eyes half opened.
Piteous eyes, brown and suffering, like a dog's.
He seemed to be struggling to speak.
Bundle bent right over.
"'Yes?'
she said.
"'Yes?'
There was something he wanted to say.
He could see that.
Wanted to say badly.
And she couldn't help him.
Couldn't do anything.'
At last the words came, a mere sighing breath.
"'Seven dials.
Tell.'
"'Yes?'