The Standalones

Chapter Fifteen

Ken Preston

12 June 2024

Silhouette of a rock band against a spotlight and the words The Standalones

Fred, ever the opportunist, took the distraction of the brawl to make his way up to the stage. He wiggled his way between burly men, who were throwing punches at each other, trying his best not to look anybody in the eye in case they turned their attention on him.

Ratzo had been swallowed up by the pack of heavy, burly bodies, and good riddance to him as far as Fred was concerned.

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