Fiction
The Past is Present, Chapter One
Dave and Sally walked to their hotel, his arm was round her, they were both happy and laughing. The sound of cicadas could be heard in the undergrowth. It was now over eighteen months since [more…]
Fiction
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Six
The next day was not only another perfect Caribbean day, but it was Christmas Eve, and the twins knew from experience that Father Christmas arrived on board in the late afternoon. So, in the planning [more…]
Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Seventeen
Dave was woken late in the afternoon by Sally sitting on top of him. When she saw his eyes open, she leaned forward and kissed him. “How do you feel?” “I’m not sure, still tired [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Five
After dinner, the twins begged Jinnie to let them stay up for the sail-away from Barbados. As the sailing time was set for 20:00 and it was nearly 19:30 when they finished their meal, Jinnie [more…]
Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Sixteen
When the officers arrived, he introduced himself. He explained what would be taking place. “I will give you a more detailed briefing later.” Sandra handed a sheaf of photographs to Dave, they were all outside [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Four
Jinnie was generally happy with the overall performance of TT SuperBurger (Group) Limited; all the divisions were trading profitably, and the various development plans were all progressing well, with one exception. The one fly in [more…]
Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Fifteen
As they drove back, Sally said how her day had gone, she had loved the firearms part, the classroom part she wasn’t too keen on, but if it had to be done, she would do [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Three
Jinnie looked around the hotel breakfast room and spotted Brian and Belinda reading their breakfast menus. She headed across the room and asked, “Do you mind if I join you?” Belinda looked up and said, [more…]
Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Fourteen
The reports were typed up by 17:00, both of them were worn out. Sally rang and booked a table at the Carvery. On their return the rest of the evening was spent listening to music, [more…]