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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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