"Fedeltà" drabbles by Neville Hunt

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Fedeltà #592




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Fedeltà #591



“And why should I?”

“Because you like me!”

“Yes I do!”

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Why me?

Fedeltà #590



“I can’t feckin’ argue with that!”

“But why contact me?”


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Someone’s fingers in the tart?

Fedeltà #589


“Scabby tart!”



“And you want the diamond back?”

“Correct!” Equally short.

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Fedeltà #588


“Stuck it on her fanny? How’s that?”




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Fedeltà #587




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A question of faith

Fedeltà #586




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Or else

Fedeltà #585


“Or else what?”



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Cough please

Fedeltà #584

“Go on.” urged Livia.


“How?” asked Livia, genuinely interested.


“Aren’t you worried about reprisals?” Livia queried.


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Something more

Fedeltà #583





“There’s something more... something much more!”

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Fedeltà #582





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Fedeltà #581


“He’s not my Paolo!” Livia quickly insisted.


Mary stopped, looking thoughtful for a moment before she continued.


“What the feck?” said Livia to more laughter.

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Fedeltà #580





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One of your boys

Fedeltà #579



“Seems he stole her from one of your boys!”

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Opening up

Fedeltà #578



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Did they?

Fedeltà #577

“Fecking bollocks? How come?” Livia was inadvertently becoming infected with Mary-speak, but she was intrigued.

“Well foirst, he was fully clothed. If you’d seen him you’d know that’s hardly feckin’ kinky! Second, according to estimated time of death, he could‘ve only got there a short toim before. ‘Cos I know exactly when he left home. Course, I didn’t tell the conts that! Someone else must’ve been involved! So that’s when I knew I had to interrofeckingate the slimy gobshites who worked for him. Someone had to feckin’ know something.”

“And did they?” asked Livia.

“Too feckin’ right they did!”

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Fedeltà #576

“Anyway”, continued Mary, “when he read that particular text, he immediately went feckin’ apeshite! Started feckin’ effin and bloinding, grabbed his car keys, even though he was full of Guinness and shot off like a feckin’ rocket. Last time I saw him til I identified his feckin’ body.”

“So what happened then?” asked Livia.

“The pigs said they found him fully clothed lying on a naked tart, dead, with a kitchen knife stuck in his neck. Blood feckin’ everywhere. And apparently he’d strangled the feckin’ tart too! Kinky sex gone wrong the pigs said... but I say that’s feckin’ bollocks!”

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Call barring

Fedeltà #575

Having done justice to Livia’s lunch, and, in the case of Mary, having consumed far more alcohol than sensible, it was time for some serious talking, albeit still likely to be interspersed with giggling. Livia triggered the change.

“So tell me Mary, what exactly happened to your husband and how can I help?”

“Well... the forst inkling I got of anyting was when all of a sudden very late on Saturday night me feckin’ husband gets a text. It wasn’t so unusual for him to get texts on his mobile, except I’d already told the fecker that weekends were sacrofeckinsanct!

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Sofia’s new best friend

Fedeltà #574

Sofia’s jeweller client had asked no questions of the provenance of the diamond, whatever he might have wondered privately. Having shown her various ring styles, he’d undertaken to have something ready for a week’s time. That would be a very long wait for a diamond-loving girl like Sofia. He had given her a discount, but even so, it wasn’t by any means cheap. But right now, Sofia still had plenty of means, thanks to Paolo’s carelessness.

Sofia's new best friend, in the right setting and on the right finger, with no questions asked, was worth it’s weight in... diamonds.

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Two fingers

Fedeltà #573

By the time Sofia got back to the office from her lunch break, her new diamond was on its way to be set in a platinum ring. Her jeweller client had told her that the diamond was indeed a very fine specimen and was already cut in the ‘round brilliant’ style, for maximum sparkle... and Sofia wanted sparkle. The ring would be simple to maximise the impact of her round brilliant sparkling jewel.

Part of her would have loved it to go on her ‘ring finger’, but she opted for the right hand instead. One day maybe, maybe one day!