Fiction
Racial Memory, Part Three
It was silent. I felt as if I was floating, swaddled, the only sound was a rhythmic pulse, not unlike a heartbeat. I had never experienced a sensory deprivation tank, supposedly a way to totally [more…]
Fiction
Arts
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Night Manager
An alignment of Le Carrés occurred over Christmas. A new series of The Night Manager dropped on BBC 1 and iPlayer alongside a repeat of the Corporation’s 1979 adaptation of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, also [more…]
Fiction
On Dangerous Ground, Chapter Three
He sat outside Manchester Station on double yellow lines with the blue lights flashing, no one bothered him, he saw Taff and Colin come onto the street. Out the car, he called them over, seeing [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Nine – Chapter Thirteen
The evening of the day she had booked the family’s first Mediterranean cruise, Jinnie broke the news to the family over dinner. At first, the twins were a little confused and asked if they were [more…]
Fiction
Racial Memory, Part Two
Having not used public transport for some time, I had anticipated a lively social experience, sharing my journey with a group of strangers embarking on a new day, a new week. I was to be [more…]
Fiction
On Dangerous Ground, Chapter Two
Dave arrived at Flemings Hotel in Mayfair shortly after 08:30, leaving everything he had brought with the porters who would take it up to the meeting room, he went in for breakfast. He had left [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Nine – Chapter Twelve
On the way home to Worthing with Paolo driving the Lexus, Jinnie had time to think about her promise to be interviewed and concluded that the SIS would probably prefer her to restrict interviews to [more…]
Fiction
Racial Memory
Have you ever wondered what might have happened if when you left your house you had turned left instead of right, taken a different route to work, taken the bus or the train instead of [more…]
Fiction
On Dangerous Ground, Chapter One
Sally nudged Dave, “your phone’s ringing, it’s only 06:00,” he moaned and turned over, she dug him in the ribs and repeated herself, this time louder and firmer. David Stretton opened his eyes and looked [more…]