STRANGERS ON THE SHANT
Bruno Sable-Brown took his seat on the train, and hurriedly searched his trouser pockets for his cigarette lighter. He was exhausted from his shift at the Burlington slaughterhouse, but was looking forward to a few beers in his local bar, the Cock and Tickle.
However, his attention was soon taken by Guy Peter Peterson who had boarded the train at the previous station. He was a familiar face to Bruno, due to a recent article in the local sports paper where he was interviewed about his blossoming lacrosse career.
Guy had majored in Lacrosse, at State College University in Ulan Bator, Mongolia. He was currently enjoying a quite life, living at his father in-laws mansion, Grande Maison Lodge, and translating a rare Iroquois copy of creation myths, associated with the game of Lacrosse.
He had recently filed to divorce his wife Alice, as the marriage to his childhood sweetheart had gone sour, due to his penchant for model cars, liquorice pipes and snuff.
He was sure that the financial settlement would bleed him dry, but he was desperate to relinquish his relationship with Alice.
Guy would often lay awake thinking "who the feck is Alice ?" over and over in his mind.
However, he had reconciled himself to a life of solitude, tissues and bankruptcy, due to his ongoing love of the hedonistic lifestyle that Lacrosse would continue to give him.
As he adjusted his crutch and pulled his gundies from his crack, he noticed that a man seated opposite him was fanatically smiling at him.
Feeling slightly nervous , he leaned forward and held his hand out to the "stranger" to shake his hand.
Bruno shook Guys hand and greeted him with an even bigger smile.
"Hello Guy" he whispered,
"I have a great love for your appreciation of Lacrosse and in particular your decision to divorce that pig of a wife of yours !" "I have a proposition for you that I believe will be mutually agreeable to us both".
Without waiting for a response, he pulled a bottle of malt whiskey from his raincoat pocket and unscrewed the lid.
"Take a glug Guy, I know you want to !" "Lets finish the bottle and move on to the Carlton Hopbine Tavern in Rochester NY. There is plenty I wish to discuss with you Guy, and I'm sure you will want to listen!".
Guy took the bottle from Guys sweating fist and chugged a triple measure before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly but clearly stating,.....
"Boojar, lets get this done you whores !" as he simultaneously removed his upper garments and hat, and thrust his clenched fist in to the air.
To be continued.......
Bruno Sable-Brown took his seat on the train, and hurriedly searched his trouser pockets for his cigarette lighter. He was exhausted from his shift at the Burlington slaughterhouse, but was looking forward to a few beers in his local bar, the Cock and Tickle.
However, his attention was soon taken by Guy Peter Peterson who had boarded the train at the previous station. He was a familiar face to Bruno, due to a recent article in the local sports paper where he was interviewed about his blossoming lacrosse career.
Guy had majored in Lacrosse, at State College University in Ulan Bator, Mongolia. He was currently enjoying a quite life, living at his father in-laws mansion, Grande Maison Lodge, and translating a rare Iroquois copy of creation myths, associated with the game of Lacrosse.
He had recently filed to divorce his wife Alice, as the marriage to his childhood sweetheart had gone sour, due to his penchant for model cars, liquorice pipes and snuff.
He was sure that the financial settlement would bleed him dry, but he was desperate to relinquish his relationship with Alice.
Guy would often lay awake thinking "who the feck is Alice ?" over and over in his mind.
However, he had reconciled himself to a life of solitude, tissues and bankruptcy, due to his ongoing love of the hedonistic lifestyle that Lacrosse would continue to give him.
As he adjusted his crutch and pulled his gundies from his crack, he noticed that a man seated opposite him was fanatically smiling at him.
Feeling slightly nervous , he leaned forward and held his hand out to the "stranger" to shake his hand.
Bruno shook Guys hand and greeted him with an even bigger smile.
"Hello Guy" he whispered,
"I have a great love for your appreciation of Lacrosse and in particular your decision to divorce that pig of a wife of yours !" "I have a proposition for you that I believe will be mutually agreeable to us both".
Without waiting for a response, he pulled a bottle of malt whiskey from his raincoat pocket and unscrewed the lid.
"Take a glug Guy, I know you want to !" "Lets finish the bottle and move on to the Carlton Hopbine Tavern in Rochester NY. There is plenty I wish to discuss with you Guy, and I'm sure you will want to listen!".
Guy took the bottle from Guys sweating fist and chugged a triple measure before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly but clearly stating,.....
"Boojar, lets get this done you whores !" as he simultaneously removed his upper garments and hat, and thrust his clenched fist in to the air.
To be continued.......
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