While Billy and Tom finished playing on the machines – no luck, this time – Jamie, Mick and me stood and watched them. Occasionally I looked across to where Rosie was sitting. We finished our drinks and put the empty glasses down, then walked out, almost quietly, the drink not having had its full effectContinue reading “Our Night pt 7”
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Our Night pt5
As I got back, the atmosphere had changed. It was quiet; no-one was talking. “I’ve not upset you that much, have I?” I asked. “No. It’s just him,” Mick said, pointing to Jamie. Jamie was usually the quiet one. He didn’t normally have many words to say about anything. Well, not until he’d had someContinue reading “Our Night pt5”
Our Night pt4
Tom and Jamie were already there when we walked into the “Travellers”, or, to give it its proper name, “Three Travellers”, which made us the five travellers. It was a long, narrow bar in two parts. The first was at the entrance near the doors and windows looking out onto the street. The second wasContinue reading “Our Night pt4”
Our Night pt3.
The third part of my first novello. “After all the trouble she caused you,” Mam said. “I know what I’d say. And you, Jack, you should know better. Just watch what you’re saying.” Dad just pulled a face. “Now everyone’s miserable, it’s time to get out of here and get some drinking done,” Billy said.Continue reading “Our Night pt3.”
Man on a bike. 