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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...
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Dyin Embers

The flames huv died doon an receded when ah look in the metal dustbin. Ah’d punctured holes in it the previous summer tae make a wee incinerator fur...
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The Power ay Suggestion

The street’s silent an cauld, the last bite ay winter’s teeth clamped tae the mornin, hingin oan in a furtive, futile last effort, in defiance ay the...
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Don't Look Back

Ah struggle tae see just how close ah um tae it, reversin slowly, edgin the wee motor’s rear intae the dimly lit yerd. The large shutter rattles as...
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The Domino Effect

Chic McHendry tips the dominoes oot, clatterin them oan tae the table an mixin them up like some bedraggled auld mystic preparin tae read his tarots...
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Wan Goal tae the Good

Wan goal tae the good, it is. Larsson scored afore we even goat in the door. Nervy as fuck though. Ma arse is makin buttons. We need another wan tae...
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Two Wee Craws

A big craw sits oan the gate as we draw up tae fairm. It caws at Scanlon as he gets oot the motor an walks taewards it. Briefly airborne, it flaps...
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Stovies

It’s early evenin when we get back fae the club. Ah’ve a pot ay stovies left oer fae yesterday in the fridge ah’ll heat up fur us. Just the waiy...
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Coyle Loyal

A lassie in her early twinties hauds the close door open. She’s balancin a wean oan her hip, tyin her hair intae a ponytail wae her free haun an...
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Auld News

We’re baith buzzin when we get back hame. Scanlon reckons he’s found his callin as a diplomat based solely oan us managin tae get the deal done an...
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Troubles

The wee light oan the answer machine’s flashin when ah get back in fae the shoaps. Bloody pathetic, ah know, but it gies me a wee tinge ay excitement...
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Ghosts (Part One)

A woolly sunlight creeps acroass the rain sodden tarmac ootside the East chapel ay the crematorium, breakin through the clouds above, increasin in...
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Ghosts (Part Two)

The room’s went quiet, aw eyes trained in oan us, it seems, an ah feel like a fuckin actor in a play ah’ve no read the script tae; ignorant,...
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Pawns (Part One)

Ah think ah’ve goat everythin. Two boatles ay ginger: wan, Irn-Bru , wan, Garvie’s Orange ; three packets ay biscuits: Toffeepops, an two ay mint...
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Pawns (Part Two)

* * * Two Weeks Earlier The street’s quiet when we arrive ootside ma bit, just a delivery driver drappin aff rolls ootside the coarner shoap further...