The Pebblewick Chronicles - Chapter 5 - Friday
Friday Friday certainly began with a flurry of excitement. I had not even reached the shop. As I walked along Harbour Street towards The Salty Page , I heard a seagull calling overhead. In Pebblewick, this was nothing unusual. Then came a second cry, and then a third. It was the third that made me stop. Glancing towards the harbour, I noticed a man I had never seen before standing beside a bicycle. He was staring up at a gathering of gulls perched along the roofline of a nearby building. Then he opened his mouth. “Squaaawk!” One of the gulls answered immediately. The man replied. Another gull joined in. I came to a complete halt. There are moments when curiosity overwhelms good manners. This was undoubtedly one of them. I edged a little closer while attempting to give the impression that I was doing no such thing. On an otherwise empty street, this proved remarkably difficult. To maintain the illusion, I pretended to examine a shop window. Unfortunately, i...