scottish fiction – Paul Andrew Sneddon

The Getaway Claus

A Christmas crime caper. Santa’s had a rough shift. This story contains violence and strong language. “Hey Mum, what the hell is Santa doing in Kirkentoun?” shouted Jimmy to his mum. She was standing across the floor at the counter for the fish and chip shop. “Oh, what have I told you about that swearing,Continue reading “The Getaway Claus”

Drinking with Frankie

Part One: Bus Waiting in the queue at the bus station. Headphones in. Flickingthrough some songs. Everyday People. That’ll do nicely. Sly and the Family Stone. A classic. You’re shaking your head. It is. No. I know it is. The queue’s full of people heading up to the city for a night out. The smellContinue reading “Drinking with Frankie”

Election Season

Ah, fuck. It’s election season. That means our lesser-spotted representatives will be turning up in the neighbourhood. Only time you see them. I’ve put the old boy’s socialist sign back in the window. There’s a knock at the door. I look through the blinds. There is a guy standing there. All flash. New suit. HairContinue reading “Election Season”