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”
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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”
Escape
This is some of the writing from my story ‘Follow the Light’ And we are off, bleary-eyed, into the Ayrshire morning. Emmylooks gorgeous, her short blonde hair and a smile that I wouldnever tire of seeing. My car sitting on the street coughs up a cloud of exhaust fumesas I turn the key. A fewContinue reading “Escape”
Best Days
This is part one of my story ‘Best Days’ Blue sky high above as the last shadows of night fade away.The first warm rays of the sun. Two birds in a dance of life.Together. One moves in front, then the other.Sweeping low down over the shared garden behind the flats,past last night’s BBQ and wineContinue reading “Best Days”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 