An everyday story of concrete folk: Seven

The biggers got fish and chips, and sat in the garden with food and beer. A couple of gnomes liberated some chips, and quite a nasty fist fight broke out in the shrubbery when Hamish tried to claim a share of the booty.

Brenda restored order with her hobnailed boots, but the truce was looking shaky at best when oldest son rolled up his chip paper and lobbed it into the bushes. 

Hamish got trampled in the rush, but Brenda kindly saved him a lump of crispy batter.

“If I wasnae a married gnome.”

She clipped him round the head…

©️jj 2021

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