short-stories – 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”

Long Walk Home

Part 4 of Rock and Roll is Dead Across town, that same noise sounded like a hammer to his headas Hubie got back to his dressing room. He picked up the open bottle of champagne and took a swig.The door behind him opened. “Thirty minutes to the meet andgreet.” Hubie threw the bottle at theContinue reading “Long Walk Home”

Ashtrays and Sunlight

Sitting in the back booth, the smell of coffee rolling through the place.I’ve been here for a while. In the silence.The jukebox is playing softly, the piano has been drinking, not me.Do they have jukeboxes anymore? Is this a dream?Suddenly a figure appears. Haunted, hands bloody. Checking its watch.“Times short.”Then he’s gone.I hear a soundContinue reading “Ashtrays and Sunlight”