3 Works in James Lockwood/Donald Scripps
In the autumn, James comes home. He’s got three years at Oxford under his belt, a scar on his neck, and half of his hearing gone.
Three days before the funeral, Scripps' mother calls him, just like she does every Sunday.
Lockwood comes back from the army callused, harder. Gone is the gawky boy with red trainers and badges pinned to his lapel, and in his place is someone almost unrecognizable – long hair shaved to fuzz, lips chapped, shoulders squared. There’s still that snub nose, though, and the strong, long-fingered hands.