East of the M60’s first short story for All Hallow’s Eve
Any reference to persons, chocolate bars, ales, bus routes, public houses, living or dead are purely coincidental. Thank you.
Even in the wettest of days, The Bowling Green would attract a great many vertical alfresco drinkers, mainly of the smoking kind. Therefore, getting a seat in the public bar was less than troublesome, a contrast to the adjacent Ash Tree. It was this issue alone which influenced Robbie’s and Callum’s choice of pub that night. They had two pints of Carling each, and this was their last stop before boarding their 348 to Carrbrook. Continue reading “Skeleton Service: A Special Hallowe’en Short Story”