The Standalones

Chapter Thirty-Six

Ken Preston

3 July 2024

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

“Calm down, will you? You’re attracting attention, people are looking at us!”

Danny Lamb froze. He had been dancing a little jig along the pavement and whooping with delight.

“I can’t help it,” he hissed in Fred’s ear. “I never thought we’d get the money back, and now we have.”

Fred shifted the holdall from his right to his left hand. “That’s right, we have, and I’m the one left carrying it around town. Isn’t it about time you had a turn?”

“Oh, but I told you I can’t carry anything, not with my bad back.” Danny placed both hands in the small of his back and grimaced, just to make sure Fred realised he was being serious.

Fred rolled his eyes. “Of course you can’t.”

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