Theme Park at its Darkest

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Pat stood in the door of the pub, leaning against the jamb of the open door. Midday poured down from a sun that stood directly overhead. Continue reading →

27.

“Well, I guess I stopped turning up. After stevedoring I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself, and I tried not to think about it. That’s where the booze came in. Continue reading →

26.

Panic short-circuited his erection. Continue reading →

25.

Sally was also staying in the backpackers, and she preceded Pat up the stairs. He watched the steady swing of her denim-wrapped hips as the little light from the fire-escape clung to the brim of the big white hat she carried in her hand. Continue reading →

24.

When Pat returned to The Re:Public, Johnny was standing against the wall like a man sheltering from the dark under an umbrella of light. Continue reading →

23.

The gap between thought and action started to open a little and Pat’s common-sense managed to squeeze through. Continue reading →

22.

When Pat pushed the bathroom door, the four were standing in the middle of the room, talking. All heads swivelled towards him. The music that came rushing in behind emphasised the interruption. Continue reading →

21.

Domenic the D.J. didn’t turn up until ten o’clock. Before that, all the music playing in the bar at the Re:Public came from the stereo. An Oasis album; probably chosen by Sally, the tattooed English backpacker. Continue reading →

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As far as Pat was concerned, lawn bowls, like golf and chess, was not a sport. Lawn bowls was a non-sport that he didn’t know how to play. Continue reading →