Stay awake!
Damned alimony, lawyers sucking him dry.
Death by spouse, ice-filled veins.
Land’s End tae Groats. Nearly his bonus. Beside him, 500
for Danny’s holiday.
Ach, need a break. Mebbe try thon wee trout
lochan. Gettin’ too auld fur tents, bejesus.
Working sixteen gears, climbing. ‘Dawn Raider tae Betty
Boop?’
’10/4, hollow drum?’
‘Aye Raider, pitstop Corncrake Alley.’
Kirkpatrick smiled.
Finally downhill, mirror’s blinding flash: bang!
Eyeballs the deer rising, hooves smash the windscreen.
Underneath, dripping diesel,
watching banknotes drifting towards Tyndrum.
Kirkpatrick blinked.
Another day, another deid deer.