David's back, but a word of warning...there's a lot of swearing in this one...just noticed the title...oh, fuck!
“It shouldn’t have fucking happened that way: it was supposed to run smoothly and no-one was supposed to get hurt.”
“Oh, we’re fucked. Oh, we’re fucked. We’re fucked…fucked…fucked.”
“Will you shut the fuck up Graham and calm down.”
“But, we are fucked though.”
“NO! we’re not fucked, Joe. You can calm down as well and shut the fuck up.”
Tony sat at his kitchen table alone, hands covered in blood, swearing too much at the voices...
Manchester born and bred, but now living in Crieff, Scotland with wife, Lisa, and our two daughters, Imogen & Melissa. Recently inspired to write again by an old and good friend (Col Bury) and the beauty that surrounds me up here. Always reading - when not entertaining my girls and working - crime and horror…and now writing. David blogs here.