It started to rain, so I dripped into The Eight Kings. The usual. Liquid-lunchers, afternoon boozers, the work-shy. The knock-off merchants, the old, the two-for-one crowd with the pushy pushchair. I could hear Snoyle laughing it up with the bookie boys behind me. They were playing at playing a game of cards. Far too often one … Continue reading The Definitive Slide.
Engine hum. Shudder. Someone got off, someone on. A starling of a woman, perched further down the bus, leapt from her seat with a gasp, like she'd awoke late in a grave. She gaped and gawped bleak window glass. Took what she could. Letitia counted off the clipped heads as the woman flapped down the … Continue reading And When I Sleep, Luella. [iii]
Later, beyond recognition of beginnings; of the certain unravelling on the long, unwinding road, nothing happened heading east. She read the back of the seat. She watched rain running down glass. The countryside slid. Wiped her nose on her sleeve. Began the slow-drip. The wake-up call. A place called Brockwell, a boy of tin got … Continue reading And When I Sleep, Luella. [ii]
Letitia waved Luella. Shortly, just shy of the city, with 400 hundred miles ahead, the driver tannoyed a break. Good news for those who been with us since Bristol. Not so, Exeter, Stonebarrow, Penn Beacon. If you need to stretch your legs or smoke. Need the amenities? The coach toilets are out of order. Ten … Continue reading And When I Sleep, Luella. [i]
Rib Nite 2 Pig Bill, usually a bear hug guy, comes over, shakes hand, shakes head. No bear hug. The air fills with talcum. It follows him everywhere. Nothing doing, he says. What's this? Tickets for tomorrow's gig, he says. It's a no-goer. And, again, shakes porcine head and does his snort. Talcum tumbles. Not … Continue reading Moon, mentioned.
He hid the warm bike in the tall grass, among the trees, just shy of the flood-lit forecourt. He climbed a five-bar gate & walked the dark field until he felt he had a story straight. He smoked the last inch down to the roach. He pissed & spat into a broken Belfast sink … Continue reading A Near-Dave Experience.