The Irish Tales

This is the first page of another short story of mine.......

Carimba, caramba, my friend Jack.
　
Jaime wends his way through the sweating, coupling crowd like a bulldozer with manners, never quite causing offence, but not feeling the need to stop and check either.

Like the air before a storm, the space immediately before him clears, as if advance notice of his progress has reached it and though there are some dark scowls and muttered threats, they never ...