1745 to Malaga (Time to Fly)
'Do you know how long you've been up here? '
'No, couple of hours......I don't know, what's it matter anyway? '
'Billy, I said come down for tea at 5pm, now its spoiled.'
'Just re-heat it.'
'I cant, the micro isn't big enough.'
'Shit what did you cook? '
'Burger and chips, but since ten passed five they are inside next doors Doberman, with your mobile and most of Winston's stash.'
'Shit, I will have to split mine.'
'Winston will take one smell of your own assorted talc, washing powder and chalk blend, which will resort in the longest and slowest death ever devised. He was thrown out of the SAS for unnecessary violence you know.'
'He isn't so bad, Ali Two Fingers survived and his gran can see out of her good eye.'
'They were family, we're not.'
'Get the passports quick.'
'We don't have any I told you so.'
'Well get my driving license and your benefits card they should do, we will just flash them and run on.'
'Run on to what? '
'That plane to Spain.'
'Billy, you owe me.'
'Winston, I can explain, its quite funny, really, listen......'
'My gear, now. Or her, here and now while you watch.'
'Then I will have your hand.
'Leave her alone.'
'Its OK Winston its here all intact,100% pure.now put down the piece its frightening the pigeons.'
'Shame, I was looking forward to playing with you two.'
'Now if you will excuse us we must go now, we have a plane to catch.'
'What? '
'Come on Billy there it is our plane, just a jump away, hold my hand, we can do it.'
'Yes, run like the wind, babe, we're on our way.
paul barnacle
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