NanceEver since June, there had been a strange sort of lump on each of Nance's shoulder-blades. He thought it was just one of those things, a funny bone thing, like his grandmother had. His mum used to say her double elbow was because she was a wizened witch. Gran used to say it was convention for people to hate their mother in law.Nance
Nance didn’t think more of the lumps, until they started to grow that was. They were sort of... itchy. But not like a bite, more of a deep grumbling tickle, always in the back of his mind. He'd wake up to find scratches all over his back; trying to stop it
Frank HealyThe question was, did he take number one or number two. Both led to nastiness, and ultimately death. It was the unwinnable dilemma, a lose-lose situation. But he had to chose.Frank Healy
“I think I’ll have the red,” he muttered. The waitress nodded nervously and scurried off. ‘What a dive this is,’ he thought, ‘the wine’s terrible…’
He looked around. ‘And the company’s worse.’
His drinking companions were a motley lot, there for different reasons. A tall man hunched over a tall glass of strong spirits not even glancing left or right.
