Pale Hands
1. As it was already turning to dusk, I was not expecting anyone to be at the door, but least of all was I expecting whom I saw there – so much so that the [more…]
1. As it was already turning to dusk, I was not expecting anyone to be at the door, but least of all was I expecting whom I saw there – so much so that the [more…]
Going Home The Boeing 777 charter aircraft approached over the flooded fields west of Oxford. The young woman in seat 35D opened her eyes and turned off the borrowed iPlayer. She was not dressed like [more…]
Jinnie was driven to Portsmouth where she was greeted like an old friend by the two Wrens. Most of the clothing she was wearing and had taken with her were her own, as was her [more…]
“What we have here,” Nanny said to the Judge, “is a blatant disregard for law and all social etiquette.” Nanny paced the Court-room and addressed the twelve Clients who sat in their padded, slightly ululating [more…]
Like many of the young, second generation immigrants in this country, Afarin Khan struggles to be accepted as English or indeed, an Afghan. She detests men of Pakistani or Somalian heritage. Hers is a lonely [more…]
Jinnie’s team had planned the mission well so far, the resistance had a car waiting for her on the beach road and she was in it and heading for Le Havre and a Paris train [more…]
“And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s, My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened.” The Client gurgled in satisfaction as Nanny eased him back into his Chair™ [more…]
The Thames Valley and North Devon The endgame and the cat who walks on his own Edge felt the exhaustion wash over him in the claustrophobic interview room. The two, armed plod didn’t help and [more…]
When Jinnie heard that Penny had been selected to go on a Parachute Regiment firearms course she knew that Dirk had been using his influence once again and he had something planned for Penny. Next [more…]
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