
Molly, Molly McBryde (part 5)
The Laird sticks his fists in his pockets and strides toward the Inn, ignoring the wind sluicing over the Sound and battering the side of his hat. If he didn’t…
Read MoreThe Laird sticks his fists in his pockets and strides toward the Inn, ignoring the wind sluicing over the Sound and battering the side of his hat. If he didn’t…
Read MoreNext to the fireplace the little man, who looks like a pin-striped mole, snuffles over his lunch, which Annie has placed on a card table in front of him, and…
Read MoreMolly’s bustle marks time as she makes her way upstairs. The lobby door slams behind Fergus. Annie sighs and pulls the cap from the pocket of her apron and tucks…
Read MoreTaggart’s still riled from haggling with the cooper over the new barrels when in comes a lassie followed by auld McFadden, who’s wheezing like the bellows. He clatters an enormous…
Read MoreJudging by her hat, she could be an actress—he’s seen hats like that on yon brownish postcards his son Ruaridh brought back from some operetta ‘entertainment’ in Auld Reekie and…
Read MoreIt’s New Year’s Eve, 10.30pm, and I’m struggling to stay awake for the bells. What a year it was. What a year it’s been. I’m knackered, discombobulated. Happy and sad.…
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