"Happy Christmas, Bodie. I bought you a pressie." "Ah, mate, you didn't have to do that, but thank you! "So - nothing for me, eh?" "You've already got me, sunshine. I don't know what other gift you could possibly ask for!"
Hurried footsteps stirred tendrils of fog lying along the cemetery path. Moisture crept in from the river, filling the morning with mizzle. Bodie wiped away the wetness collecting on his skin and hair as he chased his prey through the brume. He heard the rhythm of trainers on the pavement ahead of him but couldn’t see Doyle through the mist.
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Unfortunately I don't have a lot of time to write a story of my own - but I did want to "run"! So here is a story I found all about Doyle training, running, competing, the lads "first time" and an undercover for Bodie that goes wrong and it takes the run of Ray's life to save him.