Paxton: Life Full Circle

By Violetta Antcliff

Gordon Paxton is a hard man with a soft centre. Born and raised in the Gorbels in Glasgow he had known how to use his fists from an early age. By the age of fourteen he had street cred, nobody messed with him. He was a gang member tottering down the slippery path of crime. Caught in the act of petty pilfering; if a certain community PC hadn't stepped in, he would have been summonsed, given a record: an act of criminal occurrences.

But that hadn't happened. PC Duckworth had befriended him, saved him from himself, put his feet on the right path. He had a lot to thank the man for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gypsy Shadow Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Dec 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781619503021

Violetta Antcliff

Violetta Antcliff has been a member of the Nottingham Writers' Club for over twenty years. A winner of numerous short story competitions, her work was area short listed in Waterstone's Wow Factor story competition. Took first prize in Nottingham County Council short story competition with a story called "Irish Mouse Tales," which was published by Gypsy Shadow Publishing as an eBook in July of 2012. She has had her poetry and short stories read on local radio. Violetta is a prolific writer of short fiction, having written and published more than 40 short stories with Gypsy Shadow.

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Contents

Copyright Page

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About the Author

Paxton—Life Full Circle

by

Violetta Antcliff

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Copyright © October 29, 2016, Violetta Antcliff

Cover Art Copyright © 2016, Charlotte Holley

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ISBN: 978-1-61950-302-1

Published in the United States of America

First eBook Edition: December 3, 2016

Chapter 1

Well, Mum, in a sense you were right after all; you always said I would end up in jail, didn’t you? Gordon Paxton put down his biro and chuckled, remembering the twists of fate that had brought him to where he was today.

He’d always been a man you didn’t mess with; born in Glasgow in the Gorbals, a district normally noted for its slums and tenement buildings. He’d learnt how to use his fists at an early age.

The youngest of a family of six; the runt of the family, his father called him. But he didn’t mind, what he lacked in looks and size he made up for in personality.

As a kid, he’d worn his national health service glasses with pride, glasses that helped hide his squint. Cock-eyed was a word that was never used in his presence. He’d always known how to stand up for himself.

He recalled nostalgically, that by the time he was fourteen, he not only had a girlfriend; he also had street cred, nobody messed with him.

He’d belonged to a street gang, knew he was going places. Prison, his Mum always said when he told her.

Gordon picked up his biro once again and went back to concentrating on the letter he was writing.

I knew when I asked for a transfer to Nottingham I was doing the right thing, he wrote. I wouldn’t say prisoners here have it cushy in the jail in Nottingham, but there are worse places and they know it, so most, if not all, keep their noses clean whilst they are serving their time.

Gordon switched from writing to recalling his past. The physical training he’d endured that he had considered a waste of time. No matter how hard he’d tried he couldn’t put on weight, eleven stone wet, through. Five-foot-nine, and a receding hairline. It must be my personality that gets the girls, he mused.

Paxton, are you about ready to go?

Gordon put the biro and half-written letter in his jacket pocket. Give me five minutes, Harry, and I’ll be with you, he called.

Five minutes, no more. I’ll wait for you at the gates.

It was a bitter cold day and it threatened rain. Gordon turned up his collar