Tag: scotch
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AFTER THE STORM
He put the flask of scotch and two tumblers on the makeshift table and sat in a plastic chair. Puddles of water swirled round his feet, bits of flotsam were strewn everywhere, broken trees lined the beachfront. It was a matter of waiting. Waiting to see who turned up. Waiting to see if it was…
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GABRIELLA
He shifted the pawn forward and sat back. He undid the top button of his shirt and took a slug of the oaky scotch. ‘You don’t have to hide, I know you’re here,’ he called out to the empty room. A head of chestnut hair rose silently from behind the chessboard. How had she managed to…