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Good Intentions

The windscreen’s misted up again so ah reach forward an wipe it wae the sleeve ay ma fleece, no fur the first time since we left the docks. The rain’...
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Park Strife

The wind’s howlin doon the street an a flurry ay snow swarms the place, pepperin the grun wae a light coverin. A wee sparra catches ma attention,...
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A Hauf an a Hauf

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The cauld air slaps ma cleanly shaven face as ah step oot intae the front gairden. No in a bad way, ye unnerstaun. It’s good tae feel such a vibrant...
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Rude Awakenings (Part one of two)

She’s sittin there naked, except fur a pair ay black, haud up stockins an a pair ay stilleto heels; the warm orangey yella hue ay the the settin sun...
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Rude Awakenings (Part two of two)

We batter intae the joab centre wae minutes tae spare. The security guard at the bottom ay the stairs looks up fae his paper. ‘Kin ah help ye?’ he...
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McShane's Reprieve

Starin intently at the rear-view mirror, another motor appears an turns intae the car park, the beams ay its heidlights cuttin through the thick ink...
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Graftin

There’s a collection ay spittle, spreadin ootwardly, concentrically fae where ah’m staunin oan the platform. Ah examine their positions studiously,...
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The Bools

It’s a pleasant March evenin as ah walk tae the bowlin club. The season is just startin so ah looked oot the blazer an the auld tan brogues an make...
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The Bothy (Part One)

When we get aff the train at Crianlarich the rain’s stoatin aff the grun an cascadin aff the station roof. It overwhelms the gutterin an spews oer...
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The Bothy (Part Two)

It’s startin tae get dark when we get tae the other side ay the Ben . When McDade sais we didnae huv tae go up it, it wis either blind optimism or a...
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The Guru an Zander

It’s doon tae the Sou’side tae meet this fuckin Archie cunt again at his gaff, a flat just aff Kilmarnock Road in Shawlands. He’s a mad yoga guru -...
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Just Another Minute

We’re up the Castle Street end ay the Royal Infirmary; a crumblin Victorian relic ay a hoaspital. The stuff ay nightmares, the place; encrusted as it...
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Carpe Diem

Rumour has it that he’s goat a bent copper oan his payroll, McNulty. Gets the heids up whenever the trail starts tae lead tae his door an takes the...
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The Party ay the Year (Part One)

The sheen ay ma polished dress shoes reflects artificial light fae the street back at me fae the fitwell ay the taxi. Wee chaotic bursts an fragments...
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The Party ay the Year (Part Two)

A wave ay noise fae the hall comes floodin in as the door opens an Scanlon an McShane come in. ‘Some fuckin boay him man, int he?’ McShane sais, ‘...
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Sharks

There’s still nae answer. Ah’ve been chappin the door noo fur oer five minutes. He’s no answered the phone either. Ah’ve been tryin aw mornin an aw...

The Sacrificial Doo

Ah wake suddenly wae a start, piecin the gither whit wee fragments ay memory ah kin fae the night afore; any wee vignettes ay whit happened. Ah mind...
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Clyde Built

There’s silence noo. Mibbe he’s gied up. Christ, he wisnae very persistent. The only sound is the tickin ay the cloack oan the mantelpiece. The door...
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Liberties (Part One)

‘HAIL HAIL, THE CELTS ARE HERE, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE!’ loud singin comes boomin intae ma room fae the street below. The...
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Liberties (Part Two)

‘Danny! Whit the fuck ye dain runnin oot there wae yer scarf oan? Ah wis just stoappin tae tell ye where ah’m drappin ye.’ Joe shouts through the...
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A Proposition

The walk back tae the motor is slow an contemplative. An wet. Scanlon’s right. Ah’m in too deep wae this cunt. He’s goat his claws in an he’s no fur...