Matty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
Matty and Bill stood outside the Pub, having a cigarette and watching Jarge fly around with the other seagulls.
"Fucking faker," Matty would mutter whenever Jarge would land on the railing of the metal fence that led up to the Pub.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Jarge
Jarge would laugh and fly off again.
Bill and Matty knew that inside the Pub, the folding wall between the Pub and the community center was pulled back to ensure that there was enough room for all the villagers.
Bill lit another cigarette.
"You okay?"
Bill took Matty's hand in his.
"I love you."
She squeezed it.
"Right back at youse big guy."
Bill turned to her, smiling.
"Ise jest loves yer romance, me dear."
Matty shook her head.
"That is really bad."
"I thought it was pretty good."
Jarge landed on the rail, again and started laughing at Bill.
"No one asked you, shit-head."
Jarge laughed and flew off again.
Tanya joined the two outside.
"I think they are jest about ready for youse. I hope youse is ready for this."
Bill shook his head.
"Not at all, but fuck it."
He dropped the cigarette and snuffed it out with his heel
"Let's get this thing done."
The Pub /community center was full when Matty and Bill walked in and the din was so loud the two could barely hear each other.
Matty, Tanya and Bill walked behind the bar. The noise in the bar got louder.
