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Clare London - In the Wee Small Hours

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In the small hours of the morning, on opposite sides of town, Jake and Matty each seek a shoulder to cry on after a fierce argument.  But when their long-suffering listeners have had enough, it’s time for the guys to realize where they’ve gone wrong.

EXCERPT:

In silhouette at the mouth of the poorly lit alley behind the rental store, a tall young man staggered about, muttering a selection of imaginative curses. He stumbled against the wall, then ran his hand back through his hair, loose and curling down to his shoulders. He cursed again, rather louder this time.

The king in exile sat quietly in the far dark corner beside the dumpster, but he glanced up at hearing the noise. There weren’t many visitors to his kingdom, as he was well fortified with old pizza boxes and the pungent smell of drinkers’ piss, and his reputation as a warrior and a loner was well known in the city.

The young man at the entrance to his domain didn’t seem to be drunk, or under the influence of an enemy’s magic pills—he was just having some problems with a takeout sandwich that had dripped its contents all over the clothing that the young men of this world called jeans, and also his shoes and...well, it had also spattered all over his hair. The king looked at his visitor even more curiously. He had rarely seen anyone with such long, unruly hair, and unbraided, too. It would be monstrously awkward in battle, and would risk interference with all of the usual weapons. The king began to doubt that this man was a warrior after all. He wondered if the man’s curses were some kind of ancient lore or magic spell, and that he may have been sent as a messenger.

“Fuck,” hissed the curly-haired man at the mouth of the alley. “Dammit. Oh, hell, no—wait—catch that—!” He wasn’t talking to anyone in particular except himself. He’d put too much dressing on the sandwich and it was way too wet for the flimsy takeout packaging. The paper had split, the bread had started to slip through his fingers, and now it was all over him. Then his hair had fallen over his face and he’d tried to push it back, and now the ends of his hair were also covered in all of this damned, damned sticky stuff–

Perfect end to a perfect day, right? Jake grimaced. Could say the same for the last few weeks, in all honesty. Nothing was going right—nothing was getting any clearer; any easier. He let the remainder of the sandwich drop to the ground with a damp splat, and leant back against the wall. He sighed deeply, with far more misery than was merited by a lost, unappetizing junk supper.

The man at the back of the alley stared at the young man’s profile, dark against the dim light of the street beyond. The visitor was in distress, no doubt about it. Much as the king disliked being interrupted in his royal chambers, he knew that he would sometimes be called upon to dispense wisdom and justice in the unlikeliest of places. He rose slowly from his bed of cardboard and rags and raised a hand to attract the young man’s attention.

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