Ended up writing a new Parallel short story for the Author Allsorts blog. Set after the events of Werewolf Parallel, readers of my books may recognise a location and character…
Fifteen minutes to closing.
I could shut up early, but I know the old man wouldn’t be pleased. “It’s enough time for a cut,” he’d say. “Enough time to trim the sides of a baldy old geezer like me.”
“Yeah, and baldy old guys only pay three pounds,” I’d argue, and he’d point out that all those three pounds add up, and if they didn’t, we’d be out of a job.
So I hold on, twiddle the radio dial away from moody 90s rock to something less depressing, look out into the Edinburgh night…
There’s a scrabbling scraping sound, something previously masked by Thom Yorke’s wailing. I ignore it at first. Asif’s Barbers is on the ground floor of a tenement. It’s an old, old building. It’s not unusual to hear clunks and groans. We’ve got neighbours above, to the sides, below –
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