So pleased to have my Billy Fury-themed flash fiction released into the world today, via Silver Birch Press:
It is early morning and Liverpool is opening its eyes, ready to wake up, stretch, yawn, and welcome the day.
There’s a tune, a breathy bass riff. A voice, smooth and clear, high but not too much.
I found a place full of charms.
I know the singer and I know the song but what I don’t know is where it is coming from at ten to eight on a Tuesday morning in Liverpool city centre. So I follow the song. It takes me to a pub, the old boozer type, doors flung wide open. I near and hear singing, a voice on top of Billy’s. It is thin, slightly shrill, out of tune and time. I peer inside.
The pub’s cleaner in her…
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