danthemann said 1 year, 7 months ago  Shaken by the storm  Vince
Quigley isn’t the kind of man who appreciates a knock on his
bedroom window at three in the morning.  Poor Vince snapped
suddenly out of a deep sleep when hearing the rat-a-tat-tat of a
fierce gale barging into the first floor bedroom window of his
mock tudor village house.  He rolled his stubbly chin around on
his pillow as he heard the unmistakable sound of trees flailing
in the roar of the wind.  Within seconds his brain had
reawakened to the horrible dilemma that had struck him numb as
he had earlier sat in the garden on an otherwise splendid
summer’s evening.  Mac or Tom. Mac or Tom. One of them has to
die.  Vince issued a sigh as the gust whooshed and rattled the
roof tiles. He placed his head face down on the pillow and felt
dragged into it by the agony of the decision awaiting him.  They
had both upset the Gaffer. It is what he would want. They know
the rules that they play by. Vince had to be tough.  Things
weren’t going well for the gr