Articles by Blown Periphery

He was awake before her and was busy in the kitchen but keeping the noise down. He took a mug of milky coffee through to her and she smiled at him and kicked off the [more…]

Lake Laguna De Tota and Sagamoso It was late, about 10:00 when he surfaced from his room. Clarita had been drinking hot, milky coffee and dunking stale bread in it. She looked up and smiled [more…]

St Juan de Pasto Main Operating Base, Bogotá and the lake Laguna De Tota, north-east of Bogotá Clarita Rivera was late arriving at the main operating base. She had a briefing for the Head of [more…]

Edge opened his eyes. The light coming in through the window hurt them, and they were heavily bloodshot. He realised he was in a bed and a young Colombian woman was bustling about, carrying a [more…]

The jungle east of the Andes, following a tributary of the Rio Caqueta. Day One. The first part of the journey was relatively easy, almost enjoyable. It was good going on the banks of the [more…]

The jungle east of the Andes near the Ecuador Border. They were waiting in the jungle at the side of the track, the usual fighting patrol of eight Colombian Alpha troops and two Green Berets, [more…]

Bogotá Edge was late for his weekly meeting with Charles Medwin. It was around ten days instead of the usual seven, but he had been busy, as they all had. Edge was determined not to [more…]

St Juan de Pasto Main Operating Base Edge was getting drunk.  They all were.  Rivera heard their cheering and whooping from the command tent and Martinez smiled at her. “Boys will be boys,” he said [more…]

Rivera was scrutinising slides from imagery taken by the U2 the previous night. They showed the defensive positions around the buildings more clearly than the day’s batches. She had been absolutely right regarding the third [more…]