Few’s Exit, Stage Left. Chapter 11.

Van’s singing, mumbling to himself “The elm from which false dreams cling Ding a ding a ding ding ding” Then he’s grunting again. It comes to mind that a lot of his tunes end up in a grunt exposition. He’s got song apnoea. It’s unsettling, like Maria Sharapova’s on board. I try to break the…

Few In The Underworld. Chapter 10.

“He’s no one of consequence.” “No one of consequence, Oh Few, you do have a good memory. Wasn’t that how I introduced myself to you all those years ago? So much water, so many bridges. Is he for me? I haven’t had one in ages, he doesn’t look in great shape though, what is going…

Few’s Attic Conversion. Chapter 9.

“Your soul?” “Come on, the sun is up. We’ll be safe enough, he’ll have chilled out by now.” “Your soul?” “Never bloody mind for the moment. Jesus you can’t tell some people anything. Just leave it there, let’s just say we’re to take delivery of something. She has it, she will return it to me…

Few Calls 999. Chapter 8.

  “Right, they’re on the way, I tell you they’ll sort out The Kevin, this will be the end of him”. “That sounds ominous” We walk back to the flat, it’s all gone quiet, the front door is still open. Silence. We creep into the kitchen. Bob is sitting in the middle of chaos smoking…

Few’s Breakdown: Uneasy Listening Vol. 2. Chapter 7.

Denis is outside. He’s knocking, scraping the door. “Boys, boys, open the fucking door, I need an auld drink.  It’s a tough old station out here on me own. I can hear her in the attic. She’s awake. She’s calling me. Don’t let her take me.” Few shushes furiously, spraying me with saliva. We sit…