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Authors: Michael McBride
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'Ok', she kissed him on the cheek. ‘Do you want me to help you with the clue first?'
'Eh, no. It's fine. I'll be fine. I'll be back soon.'
Pam left and, holding her hood to her hair, she jogged towards the back door of the pub and was soon inside in the warmth.
She watched from the back window as Spiv got out of his car and disappeared from view up the back steps. She felt in her pocket and found her own car keys there. He would be going to his mothers. He would be a while. She could always head back home herself if necessary. She turned to see the bustle of people across the bar.
3.4 Tom and Emma
Emma sat in the car, waiting. Tom had been gone for a good few minutes. The clue should have been simple enough to ensure this was a quick visit.
'Wait there, I'll just be a minute', he had said. But something didn't feel right, so she opened the car door and made her way to the bar entrance, which was situated up the right hand side of the alleyway. It was cool and she was not well attired for this. She folded her arms and walked steadily up to the pub entrance. Two blokes were leaving as she arrived and one held the door while looking her up and down. She smiled kindly, and hoped Tom was on his way out of there.
The pub was dry and bright. Some football screens on the TV to the left and about three folk discussing the game. Quiet. To the right two couples at different tables. No hilarity, half drunk pints and two small whiskies. When they got the clue they would be able to comment on just how sad this little pub was – and this used to be Tom's local. But where the hell could he be?
There didn't appear to be anyone serving, so Emma made her way back out the doors without speaking to anyone. A giggle up the alleyway stopped her in her tracks as she glanced around into the darkness. A whisper, a light moan and a giggle. Some footsteps and 2 shadows close together came out of the shadows.
‘You bastard Tom!’
‘What?’ The shadowy figures kept walking towards her, but Tom had spoken to her from towards the car. ‘What’s up with you shouting?’
‘I thought…’
Tom pieced the thought.
‘Oh fuckin great. I go off for one minute and you fuckin thought that I was away getting off with some fat old bird.’ Toms raised voice was heard by the couple who had emerged from the shadows and they whispered to each other in disgruntled disparagement as they strolled down the slope.
‘I’m away all fuckin week, I come home and you are thinking I’m away off with someone when I’ve only been away for 2 minutes. You have a problem Emma. A serious fuckin problem.’ Tom stormed off.
‘Where are you going? Tom, answer me.’
‘The fuck away from you.’ He disappeared into the shadows.
“I’m sorry. Tom. Did you hear me?’
Emma wept in the car for a while. So many thoughts ran through her mind. Should she wait here for him? It didn’t look like he was going to come back. But maybe he would and she could show him how much she loved him. Embrace and warm him up from the cold night in the car or somewhere else. She felt sick to the pit of her stomach. She didn’t want to feel alone. She sat alone.
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The journey had been a long one for Bob. Gripping the inside of the door for dear life as Spiv turned more and more aggressive towards him - like he was with all the other commuters.
'Fucksake' Spiv bellowed again, undertaking another car as the road shrank back to one lane, wheel trim clipping the kerb, speedometer reading over 80, and this was heading into Kincardine.
'What’s the hurry?'
'Fuckin amateurs, man, I'm tellin ye.' Spiv had not been happy when they had found out that it was almost a certainty Ian Ingram had been sending the letters to Aid. His car flew past another one, which flashed it’s headlights at him. Spiv still had time to direct an extended middle finger in the direction of the far side traveller, who had to brake to reduce the risk of collision.
'How long has Aid been
'Ok', she kissed him on the cheek. ‘Do you want me to help you with the clue first?'
'Eh, no. It's fine. I'll be fine. I'll be back soon.'
Pam left and, holding her hood to her hair, she jogged towards the back door of the pub and was soon inside in the warmth.
She watched from the back window as Spiv got out of his car and disappeared from view up the back steps. She felt in her pocket and found her own car keys there. He would be going to his mothers. He would be a while. She could always head back home herself if necessary. She turned to see the bustle of people across the bar.
3.4 Tom and Emma
Emma sat in the car, waiting. Tom had been gone for a good few minutes. The clue should have been simple enough to ensure this was a quick visit.
'Wait there, I'll just be a minute', he had said. But something didn't feel right, so she opened the car door and made her way to the bar entrance, which was situated up the right hand side of the alleyway. It was cool and she was not well attired for this. She folded her arms and walked steadily up to the pub entrance. Two blokes were leaving as she arrived and one held the door while looking her up and down. She smiled kindly, and hoped Tom was on his way out of there.
The pub was dry and bright. Some football screens on the TV to the left and about three folk discussing the game. Quiet. To the right two couples at different tables. No hilarity, half drunk pints and two small whiskies. When they got the clue they would be able to comment on just how sad this little pub was – and this used to be Tom's local. But where the hell could he be?
There didn't appear to be anyone serving, so Emma made her way back out the doors without speaking to anyone. A giggle up the alleyway stopped her in her tracks as she glanced around into the darkness. A whisper, a light moan and a giggle. Some footsteps and 2 shadows close together came out of the shadows.
‘You bastard Tom!’
‘What?’ The shadowy figures kept walking towards her, but Tom had spoken to her from towards the car. ‘What’s up with you shouting?’
‘I thought…’
Tom pieced the thought.
‘Oh fuckin great. I go off for one minute and you fuckin thought that I was away getting off with some fat old bird.’ Toms raised voice was heard by the couple who had emerged from the shadows and they whispered to each other in disgruntled disparagement as they strolled down the slope.
‘I’m away all fuckin week, I come home and you are thinking I’m away off with someone when I’ve only been away for 2 minutes. You have a problem Emma. A serious fuckin problem.’ Tom stormed off.
‘Where are you going? Tom, answer me.’
‘The fuck away from you.’ He disappeared into the shadows.
“I’m sorry. Tom. Did you hear me?’
Emma wept in the car for a while. So many thoughts ran through her mind. Should she wait here for him? It didn’t look like he was going to come back. But maybe he would and she could show him how much she loved him. Embrace and warm him up from the cold night in the car or somewhere else. She felt sick to the pit of her stomach. She didn’t want to feel alone. She sat alone.
---
The journey had been a long one for Bob. Gripping the inside of the door for dear life as Spiv turned more and more aggressive towards him - like he was with all the other commuters.
'Fucksake' Spiv bellowed again, undertaking another car as the road shrank back to one lane, wheel trim clipping the kerb, speedometer reading over 80, and this was heading into Kincardine.
'What’s the hurry?'
'Fuckin amateurs, man, I'm tellin ye.' Spiv had not been happy when they had found out that it was almost a certainty Ian Ingram had been sending the letters to Aid. His car flew past another one, which flashed it’s headlights at him. Spiv still had time to direct an extended middle finger in the direction of the far side traveller, who had to brake to reduce the risk of collision.
'How long has Aid been
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