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Jinnie’s Story – Book Two, Chapter Twenty Two
My earliest memories of life are living with my Mother Cat and the rest of my litter in a nest in an old factory off what I now know was the Old Kent Road. Mother [more…]
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The Colombian Sojourn – Chapter 11
The modern government buildings were located in a new office block off the Avenida Calle 82. Edge was one of the first to arrive and found it shut, so they decamped to a coffee house [more…]
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Jinnie’s Story – Book Two, Chapter Twenty One
Just over a week after her meeting with the PM Jinnie realised that things were starting to happen. She had put the radio on to listen to the morning news while making her favourite soft [more…]
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The Colombian Sojourn – Chapter 10
There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest. ― Tahir Shah, House of the Tiger King: The [more…]
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Jinnie’s Story – Book Two, Chapter Twenty
Jinnie was in the unit’s minibus on the way to the shooting competition in Southampton when her mobile rang and a voice said, “Please hold for the Prime Minister.” Seconds later the now familiar voice [more…]
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The Colombian Sojourn – Chapter 9
Edge had been on enough operations to know that the work was ninety per-cent routine and ten per-cent sheer terror and exhilaration. Two days later he had gone up in Huey that was doing an [more…]
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Wildfowling: The Spirit of the Marsh
Evening flight had been a total loss and the bad weather looked to be closing in fast. Jay the Spaniel cut a piteous figure, highlighted as he was in the feeble light from a head [more…]
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Jinnie’s Story – Book Two, Chapter Nineteen
Jinnie parked on the off-street parking in front of her house. She had told the flatmates, well technically now her housemates, that she had rented a four-bedroom furnished house on their behalf. Over the summer [more…]
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The Colombian Sojourn – Chapter 8
Edge was in the command tent with Martinez, the two Lieutenants and Master Sergeant Wilson. The boiler sent a fog of steam into the cold air and they were all drinking coffee. “Well, we’ve handed [more…]