John L Stonehouse
AUTHOR
GRUDAERT'S DIAMONDS - Short Extracts
David didn’t hear her, as he was busy taking some photographs of the grave and the cemetery for her, "Look," he told her pointing at the next grave, "he’s buried next to a German soldier!"
He thought that his heart would burst. It was thumping inside his chest at such a high speed that he thought he would die. Bathed in a cold sweat, he walked back into the office, controlling his desire to run, locked the door and sat down to recover.
"Oh my God what have I done? I can’t
undo it! I must calm down, he whispered to himself, sitting down, he waited
until he had recovered.
"If we put the cut diamonds with the industrial ones, we could wrap them both up and bury them into the pile, no one is likely to look… Georgette is right, the stench will melt your brains!"
Gaspard wasn't wrong! The disgusting odour, when he broke the dried skin of
the pile and dug into the pig manure, was unbearable. Gaspard smiled at Don
as he attacked it with a will, knowing the effect it always had, he of course
being used to it. The others left him to it and moved as far away as they could
to escape the smell but were unsuccessful.
