I’m going to wake early in the morning. Before the sun. Before the people.Drag myself from my bed. I’m going to drive down to the beach, near where the river meets the sea. I’m going to walk.Feel the cold air.The December rain.The wind in my face. Watch the water breaking on the shore. Listen toContinue reading “Early Morning Song”
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Blue Train #46
The train cuts through the countryside, over the high bridge over the river. Got that funny feeling in my stomach as I look over the edge. Down, down, down. All the way down to the river below. Check the time on my phone. Man out of time. Or just in time. Just about. The sun setting down behindContinue reading “Blue Train #46”
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 2: Dinner I’m off the bus and walking down to the station. I got off a stopearly just so I could walk down the street, get a feel for the cityand feel the energy. It’s a different place from home, that’s forsure, but it’s like slipping into an old pair of shoes. Down pasttheContinue reading “Drinking with Frankie”
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 