Krash MacFell, a Balad

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
As a young man living in London, I used to take the coach from Victoria Bus Station to Glasgow to see my family. Invariably sitting at the rear of the bus, the back seat, there would be a drunk, not noisy or aggressive, but just quietly inebriated and over the years I got to thinking, wondering about him - was it the same man every time, was he always on the bus? What if . . .

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Submitted: November 28, 2014

Fallon Fallon boarded the bus. He donned his eye mask, determined not to let the image of any other woman impinge on his memory of he... Read Chapter


Submitted: November 25, 2014


Submitted: December 10, 2014

I saw her on the strand, the waves at her feet, her long grey hair swept by the salt wind, her blue grey eyes streaming with the spray. I... Read Chapter


Submitted: December 10, 2014

4 Fallon   Fallon disembarked at Buchanan Street and got himself a cup of tea. He could have gone on to the airport and boug... Read Chapter

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