Gangs of the Black County - Original Writing :: Papers

Gangs of the Black County - Original Writing Get ya bananas, ten for a pound How about you love? Fancy some bananas? These words could be heard shouted through the rustle and bustle of Dudley Town marketplace on the High Street. It was a typical market townsfolk, it had the smells and some sights, a Norman Castle perched upon a hill overlooked the town, but whizz could tell that not that long ago this town was something more serious than it was today. Dudley was in the heart of the Black Country, it was the key town during the Industrial revolution, provide iron ore to large companies. Believe it or not underneath the be ground there are hundreds of man made mines, which have pock the landscape of the Black Country. The High Street is one long passage with shops par every(prenominal)el to each other, but it lacked many designer high street shops it had a few, but not enough. Since a nearby shopping complex had undefended no one wanted to go to Du dley anymore. So this lonely town was left with many pound and discount shops. Mr Arjun Singh, a ren owned man of affairs who had a small chain of discount stores around the Black Country, owned one of these shops. He had three sons, Abdul, Arjun Jr and Sanjit. Mr Singhs wife had passed away a course before, the victim of a tragic car accident. Abdul, the eldest of the three sons, was unagitated emotionally tormented by his mothers death. Recent CCTV footage had shown that Mrs Singh had been a victim of an nonionized hit and run ordeal. The blame had recently been laid onto another local anaesthetic businessman, Jason Barley. One of his upmarket stores was right next to Mr Singhs discount shop. It was thought Mr Barley had cabal connections all over the Black Country, however not enough reason was available to point an accusing finger at Jason Barley to the clear up of Mrs Singh. Monday was an important day for Mr Singh and his three sons because M r Singh had yet again cut all the prices on his stock.