Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty
She left the office for St Thomas’; Sam was making his own way to the Chilterns, and now she had to see how her other man was progressing. She was supposed to be working in [more…]
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Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Nine
He was strolling along the street with George Edward to get some outside air, hardly fresh in central London, and a sandwich. George had seemed unusually keen on accompanying him, had insisted he pay and [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Eight
MONDAY, SECOND WEEK AFTER EASTER The car had met him at the airport and was taking him straight to a villa away from the city, by the coast, nice and quiet, almost certainly the [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Seven
Later that evening she ushered in a dishevelled Sam, heavily laden with what looked a back pack, tent, sleeping bag, webbing. “Thanks Miss.” He looked overawed, out of place in her restrained luxury, not used [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Six
The conversation with Martha hadn’t gone well. Alan knew he couldn’t duck his responsibility, he could soften the blow by obfuscating his worst suspicions, explain that Sam had opted to stay behind on his own, [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Five
Andy Bowson was back at the control centre by nine, starting to piece together the reports from the various raids around the country prior to a meeting with his superiors at tea time. Days of [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Four
They were preparing to head out tonight, a dozen outside boys, one on a stretcher, Gillian and David Kingsbridge, and an infant carried by an Art who seemed to be trying to make amends for [more…]
Christianity
Elijah – the Great Prophet who Failed
This article was originally going to be about Daniel (a GPer request) or Isaiah (for reasons which will become apparent when I prepare an article on him). Daniel will need to be a two parter [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Three
Helena sat down at the bedside, handed over more grapes, a small bag containing some of his things, razor, tooth brush, that sort of thing. He was smiling at her in a lop-sided way. “I [more…]