A Place that was Ours. Chapter Eighteen – Premiership
So my story must assume a mantle of years, rather than days; the tale of my growing up is told, and now, from a spring of frequent storms, you could say my summer days began. In the season of 1989-90, as Hamish Merchison predicted, Carlton Park was promoted to the English First Division,…
A Place that was Ours. Chapter Fifteen – Clouds across a Mirror
“Mack and Martin, they go way back.” I had discovered my father eating breakfast in the lounge bar of ‘The Black Horse’. He leaned over the table toward me, confidentially. “It’s a business relationship no-one talks about, son. Not out loud, anyways. Best ter keep it that way.” I didn’t pursue the subject further…
A Place that was Ours. Chapter Fourteen – A fractured Dream.
On the street the temperature was dropping, and clouds from the east were threatening snow. I hurried home, mindful of my mother’s words and the conversation that was beginning in my head. Was she right? Was it possible a girl with whom I once spent twenty minutes of inexpert passion on a river bank…