Isle of Skye

Night Drive by Raymond Moore

Darkness embraced us like a Granny’s cuddle as we left the Flodigarry Hotel satiated with herring and new potatoes I was the designated driver Judge sober. My two pals in the back full of it the road leading to Score mine shaft black and empty our compact cars full beam puny in the scheme of things. Duntulm Bay an oil slick below water heavy clouds sucking starlight from the sky. Scores cliffs a furious grey caught in the weakness of...

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