Peas In A Pod

The gravel crunched beneath Dean's feet as he walked across the desolate and windswept Alberton carpark toward the figure that waited at the other side, solitary and melancholy.

The wind from the nearby sea was cold and Dean tucked his mullet into the back his jacket for added warmth.

The other figure came to meet him. When they were a few paces away, the taciturn type extended a gnarled hand in greeting.

"Tunnel, good to see ya."

"Yeah nah look, good to see you too Choco," Dean replied.

It was the most either man had said in days.

They walked towards the training rooms in contemplative silence. After a few minutes, Dean spoke, his tone an empty chip packet blowing in maudlin Sunday afternoon ennui.

"How's things around here anyway?" he asked.

Choco looked back at him with a thousand yard stare.

"We're up to our bottom lip in debt, the players hate me and our gameplan is negative and shit," he replied without any discernible emotion.

Dean smiled inwardly as they continued their slow progress. He'd fit right in here.

He took out his phone.

"Just gotta make a quick call Choc," he said.

Choco merely nodded before picking up a stone and throwing it at a crow that had landed ahead of them. It missed.

Dean dialled the number, got a quick answer.

"Mrs Power, yes look its Dean here. I was wondering if Sam was there."