As the Military Tattoo fireworks crashed up into the sky, Tracy threw the last chair out of the window. She hadn’t taken the diagnoses well. And, while Edinburgh cheered and flashed colour, she sat drunk and crying. Her landlord kicked her out. “That was the last straw,” she said, still boozy in the morning. “I […]
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The fog had blanketed Edinburgh’s tightly knitted old buildings. They leaned in just a bit more than usual, looked a bit more gothic and disappeared if you looked up. People in suits filed wearily but neatly around the tourists, all lost google-mapping themselves the wrong way down stairs. A few comedians were already sulking into
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It’s funny how some people have a sixth sense for food. Whenever dinner’s ready they knock on the door. Even on the Battling Suicide Tour. Emily came with Cake. Sean appeared out of nowhere. Tracy was already out of The Grassmarket, with her beer, diagnosis and confusion. “Looks like carrot cake,” Sean said. “It’s vegan,”
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