This is a revised version of the original Trumped story.
My apologies. There was a silly typo on page 40, now corrected.
Thank you Margery of the Choir!
Louisa at our Writers Circus set us the challenge of “Betrayal”.
The idea of setting this story against a background of Greyhound Racing came at once. My Dad was a weekend gambler, not addicted, but he did enjoy Friday nights at Shawfield Stadium, which still exists as a Greyhound Racing venue.
The ambiance I am trying for is post-war Glasgow, seeking to contrast the gulf between the lives of rich (living in the grand mansions of Pollokshields) and poor (living in the Oatlands district, where my Dad was born).
There is a possible Part Two to this story, competing in my head with other imperatives.