• Prudence

    Prudence: Chapter 6b

    Quinn sits in a toilet cubical, elbows on his knees, head bowed into his hands, eyes clenched to stem the tears. The bathroom reeks of disinfectant. They must pump it in for it to remain this strong at this time of night. Perhaps it’s a way to keep people from congregating in the bathroom for too long, or perhaps it’s just a constant antiseptic safeguard. For Quinn, it’s irrelevant. He’s not moving. The bathroom door swings open. Laughter. Then footsteps, heading across to the urinals. ‘You see that blonde?’ one voice says. It’s deep but coarse, the sound of somebody who’s been smoking too heavily for too long, although Quinn…

  • Prudence

    Prudence: Chapter 5e

    Dante drifts into the Red Lounge, his phone pressed to his ear. His call to Flavia doesn’t connect. He checks his phone. It has three bars of reception, so that’s not the problem – at least not on his side. But given all the brick, there must be areas where reception is dubious, which begs the question of where Flavia is. Dante puts his phone away. He’ll try again in five minutes, although he’s already tried three times. He takes a seat at the bar and orders a Bourbon & Coke. The barmaid, Providence, mixes it deftly. Dante stares at her rounded hips, at the size of her breasts. She…