BLOOD RELATIVES STEVAN ALCOCK
BLOOD RELATIVES BY STEVAN ALCOCK ‘
The milkman found her. On Prince Philip Playing Fields. He crossed the dew-soaked grass toward what he took to be a bundle of clothes, but then he came across a discarded shoe, and then t’ mutilated body.
Her name was Wilma McCann.
Leeds, late 1975, the nadir of the decade. The country is almost broke, prog rock washed up and flared trousers always get sodden in rain. The gruesome discovery at the playing fields will make Ricky, teenage delivery van boy for Corona pop, late for The Matterhorn Man, who works the graveyard shift at the bikkie factory, putting the hearts in Jammie Dodgers. The Matterhorn Man, with Pink Floyd albums and purple nylon sheets, has caught his eye.
Set in a time in England’s history of upheaval and change – both personal and social – this is a story told in an unforgettable voice.
The milkman found her. On Prince Philip Playing fields. He crossed the dew-soaked grass towards what he took to be a bundle of clothes, but then he came across a discarded shoe and then the mutilated body of Wilma Mc Cann. There is a small mention of Jack the ripper and about adults that murdered kids like Myra Hindley. If you remember records and Cheesecloth shirts then this could well take you back in time. I thought that this story was written in a terrific writing voice.