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Last Laugh

Last Laugh

by | Mar 17, 2026 | S, Short Story, Steve Cashel

I blame the third of the four snot-faced brats spawned by my sister-in-law and the Spaniard. The third was particularly snot-faced. +++++The Spaniard sat at the pew’s end. Then Janet sat nursing brat number four. And then brats number one, two and three sat in a line....
Malkied

Malkied

by | Dec 31, 2024 | S, Short Story, Steve Cashel

Towser, who’d downed two pints while Malky had drunk two-thirds of one, leaned across in the first pub on Rose Street and told him, “That’s us. Everyone who said they’d be here is here. Time tae make a move.” +++++“Eight o’ us?” +++++Malky hadn’t wanted his stag do to...
The Folkie

The Folkie

by | Nov 13, 2023 | S, Short Story, Steve Cashel

Alone in the locker room at the end of my day-shift, I changed from my supermarket clothes into my gangster ones. +++++Off came the burgundy fleece with the square orange name-tag, the purple shirt, the elasticated trousers and the clunky warehouse boots with the...