Fast Fiction: Be A Sport
So what would you do if a young woman with pink hair turned up on your doorstep asking for counselling?
Richard Mallinson’s tale tells of a price paid for being a sport.
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I went to the door. A young woman with pink hair and a ring in her nose stared at me.
'Is she here?' she asked.
'Is who here?'
The missis who lives wiv you. She does counselling, yeah?'
'No, Martha's not here. She won't be back until tomorrow and -'
'Hey, I need some counselling, right, an it's urgent.'
'Well, I'm sorry..."
'Please, can't you do it for me, mister? You look as if-'
'No, no, not really ... you see, I'm not qualified.'
'Oh, come on, mister, be a sport.'
*
'So much for being a sodding sport,' Martha said next day.
'Oh, she didn't take much,' I said. 'Just a few quid from that tin.'
'And where were you, then, when she took it?'
'I was here, in the kitchen, making tea - my back was turned.'
'I bet it was . .. Well, leave the counselling to me in future, will you? Especially when it comes to druggies like Andrea.'
'Druggies? So you know her, do you?'
'Yes, it sounds like her. I've had dealings with her in the past.'
'Dealings?' I said, beginning to tremble.
