Seasonal short story: ‘Walshes’


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You ever heard of the Twelve Pubs of Christmas? Or the cult of the Christmas Jumper? This piece began life within a set of Christmas short storie but ended up within Black Marigolds, the second book in my ‘Moss Reid’ series.

I’ve snipped it back here, to make it fairly standalone, as a piece half-way between a short story and a book extract. It’s 2,467 words long. 

The scene takes place, as it happens, on the night of 18 December 2013. Exactly a year ago today…
Read the short story…