Now the grenade was no longer a thing seen but not to be touched, Sev too became excited. decs babbled:

"—a conc; ever so expensive. I bet if you wanted to buy one, you'd have to pay pounds and pounds and pounds—he had it on his garden wall, and my auntie—"


Sev took the grenade from decs and a little shiver ran down his arm. In color the shell was metallic grey, touched here and there with fading gold. Between the halves, worn away into the middle, emanated an eerie but exciting glow. Sev shook the conc and it made a sound...