The congregation filed out. Grey hairs and suits. Alex looked at the faces. Same faces every Sunday for fifty years. Look the same, but like they sat too near the fire and they melted just a little bit. A few faces missing. More than a few, but what can you do. That’s the way itContinue reading “Sunday”
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Big Empty
Doug tore at the guitar string. His fingers were shredded, the guitar fed back. Louder and louder till it was ringing in his ears. He looked at the notebook. Big Empty. He grabbed a glass and knocked back the drink. He was nearly sick as he picked up the bottle and threw it against theContinue reading “Big Empty”
Standup Santa
This Story Contains Adult Humour I’ve been practicing all week: pen and paper, sitting at the little desk in the back room with a window out onto the garden and the bins. I sat listening to the rain on the glass. I’d been watching some of those YouTube videos with comedians doing their hour. I’mContinue reading “Standup Santa”
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”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 