Not Telling

“Yeah, no – I can’t tell you, Larry – it’d hurt too much, wun’t it!”

Gappy’s catarrh edged voice cut through the tannoy like a gutting blade as they hurried from a night sky filled with more air than water, and down the ramp into Edinburgh Waverley. They made an odd pair – Larry’s bulk seeming to eclipse the barely wrapped bones of Gappy’s hunched figure slinking along beside him.

“Was that our train?”

“Dunno, Larry,  I was talking weren’t I!” He glanced in the larger man’s direction, grimaci...