A Kestrel for a Knave – An alternative ending.

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A Kestrel for a Knave - An alternative ending.

He stopped feeling, and straightened up quickly, holding the hawk in his hand. Fresh tears descended the ragged cliff side of his face, mingled with the dirt on his cheeks, welled up at the bottom of his chin, and dropped as shiny brown globules onto the limp corpse of Kes. Through his blurred and bloodshot eyes Billy begun to examine the hawk; pulling out and stretching its unresisting wings, realigning its twisted and broken neck, and finally staring into its glassy eyes, which were now just small, cold umber marbles, devoid of any life. Blinded by the now steady stream of salty water pouring down his face, Billy, hawk clutched close to his chest, turned on his heel and ran, slipping on the wet gravel as he did so. As he arrived back in the kitchen, his mother and Jud both stared at his dishevelled form. Billy stared imploringly back at his mother, and then gave his brother a glare of unmitigated and utter hatred.

'He killed it.' Yet more tears arrived in the corners of his eyes.

'Oh gi't a rest now Billy.' His mother