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♠ Streets of London ♠

“Imagine we’re having a picnic at the zoo,” Noddy suggested, trying to keep civilian casualties to a minimum. “You have to put up with the animals staring at you, wanting some of whatever you’re eating.” This made her laugh. Choke, actually, as she’d just taken a bite of food and a swig of beer. She coughed, laughing at the same time. “Bastard. Don’t do that. I can’t swallow with my mouth open.” He nodded sagely. “Ah, yes. That explains the pregnancy.” Another cough. “Stop it.”

♠ People who died ♠

“Someone brought her jacket to the club last night. Just her jacket. Midget Submarine were playing, so I didn’t see who it was. Must have been one of Mick’s people. It was covered in blood and powder. Too much of both.” “Dirk put it up on the wall, in that spot he’d made for Mick’s colours.” She smiled sadly. “The bouncers tried to stop him. Said Mick wouldn’t be happy. He threw one of them across the dancefloor. Threatened to shoot the other one.”

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♠ Rabbit fighter ♠

Noddy opened his eyes to see a Bimbos breakfast pita wafting back and forth under his nose. Hoping he wasn’t still dreaming, he moved his right hand slowly until it intercepted this gift from the gods. He found that someone else’s hand had been holding it. Disappointing. He really needed to work on his ability to summon inanimate objects and make them appear when required.

♠ I ain’t got time to bleed ♠

Blood and guts everywhere. Who would have thought one old woman could make so much mess? Mick tippy-toed through the gore, planning each step to avoid getting any on his Docs. Christ, he’d just polished them a couple of hours ago. What if he slipped and ended up back in hospital? Some people had no consideration for others, sure enough.

♠ Pass the gun around ♠

What was she hanging around for, anyway? He snorted, trying to keep the short burst of laughter to himself. They had something in common after all. She was waiting to die. That was it. To join her loved ones. What’s a girl to do when she’s outlived her family? Hell, she must have lived through the war. The big one. He wondered what else she’d been through in her life. What had turned her hair white, left those wrinkles lining her face? Was it laughter? Or pain? Was there still a young girl trapped inside, crying silent tears in the mirror for her stolen youth?

♠ A moment of violence ♠

He reached a thumb and forefinger under his shades to rub his own tired eyes. He needed to crash. He wasn’t sure he could even make it back to his own wee flat before his broken brain came trickling out his ears onto the puke-coloured shirt. He’d have to get a room upstairs in the flea-pit attached to the restaurant. But not yet. He had business to take care of first.

♠ Lazy Sunday afternoon ♠

Mick wondered if she was waiting for someone. That could throw a monkey wrench in his plans. She’d been alone when he’d come in. But something must have happened before that. Those eyes weren’t just red from wearing glasses. Her jutting chin and the handkerchief stuffed up her sleeve told him more than he wanted to know.

♠ Kill the poor ♠

Blood and guts everywhere. Who would have thought one old woman could make so much mess? Mick tippy-toed through the gore, planning each step to avoid getting any on his Docs. Christ, he’d just polished them a couple of hours ago. What if he slipped and ended up back in hospital? Some people had no consideration for others, sure enough.

♠ A tout le monde ♠

She shrugged. “Mick doesn’t care. About anything.” The door handle turned slowly. Noddy rushed across the room to the balcony, looking for a way down. There was a trellis attached to the wall on either side of the balcony, where ivy sprawled lazy in the afternoon sun, lush green and brown and red against the tired dark bricks. “Except his coke. His business.”