The Standalones

Chapter Thirty-Five

Ken Preston

2 July 2024

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

“This is it, everything I’ve got, two pounds and twenty-five pence.”

Chloe looked at Chris’s outstretched hand and the collection of coins in his palm.

Matt stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out the crumpled five-pound note that Nate the busker had given him. “I’ve got a fiver.”

Scarlett held out a collection of one and twopenny pieces. “Seventeen pence.”

Chloe showed the others what was left of her cash. “Six pounds.” She grimaced. “I didn’t bring much. I thought we’d be earning money straight away.”

The four band members were standing on the corner of Dunraven Street and Adelaide Road, outside a launderette. After they had caught up with each other, Chloe and Matt had filled the others in on what had happened since they last saw them. Despite Chloe’s fears, they took the news well. Even Chris seemed resigned to the fact that the holdall full of cash was more trouble than it was worth.

Now they were trying to decide what to do next.

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