The Bone Jar

“it was so quiet. Reckon I’d have heard an ant shit.”

“Citroën”

“said Kirby, glad to be off the bircher muesli subject. Anderson had an irrational hatred of the stuff and had ribbed him mercilessly ever since he carelessly mentioned he quite liked it. ‘She had”

“I thought you were more of a bircher muesli man –”

“As he started the engine and pulled out on to Downchurch Road, strains of Rod Stewart drifted from the open window of the house, and he pictured Karen swaying to the music behind the hull-shaped bar, drunk and alone, the zip on her onesie fighting a losing battle.”