Theme Park at its Darkest

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Pat threaded his arms under Stevie’s and, locking his hands behind his neck, pulled him into a full-nelson. He dropped the neck of the broken bottle, confirming Pat’s belief that he wouldn’t vindictively attack him. Continue reading →

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“You’re back early,” Wally remarked as Pat walked into the office, dropping the car keys on the desk. “Johnny will be pleased.”

“Where’s my replacement? There was no bouncer on the door when I came in.”

“Getting stoned, around the corner.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“He’s an old mate of Johnny’s,” said Wally, lifting his hands in a gesture of hopelessness. “What can I do?” Continue reading →

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The restaurant spanned the side of the hotel that presented itself to the sea. As night gathered along the horizon, the sky was drawn in shades of black.

Darkest at middle sky and middle sea, it shifted tones until the rags of cloud that reflected the crescent moon’s light were balanced by the white foam that flecked the waves below. Continue reading →

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As they entered the coastal town of Torquay, the sun made its way a little higher into the sky. The light had lost some of its yellow and become a little more chrome.

Because of its station, the beams clipped the roofs of houses and sprayed into points of brilliance. Pat had to pull down his visor to block out the sharpest.   Continue reading →

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“Pat, don’t.” A female voice. Strange, then familiar. He turned. It was Natalie. She came towards them. Pat stepped away from where Alan knelt on the wet bitumen, coughing as if he was trying to regurgitate whatever had broken inside him. Continue reading →