Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Sixty-Eight
I went over to the coffee area. Stood in front of the table facing the silver urns and china cups, my back to the rest of the room. More importantly, my back to the CCTV. [more…]
Fiction
Fiction
War Crimes Chapter 15 – Moira and Edge’s Story, Holy Matrimony
War Crimes Chapter 15 Like most of the important milestones in Edge’s life his marriage was in the autumn, October 14th of 2000 at St John the Baptist Church Instow. It was and is a [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Sixty-Seven
Nina’s face disappeared on the screen of the videophone. I was left looking at the dancing pole. The topless dancer had gone. Nina’ asked a question. “Just how long were you thinking this short Iceland [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Chapter 14 – Edge, Back in the Balkans
War Crimes Chapter 14 They were lying in a hide under the trees, about halfway up the steeply sloping valley. From this vantage point they could see the Pristina road and the River Iber winding [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Sixty-Six
The BBC junior lawyer had gone. A production assistant had come to tell us “Precording will begin quite shortly. Someone will call for you. It’s going to be in studio six.” She went away. Ch [more…]
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War Crimes Chapter 13 – Moira and Edge’s Story
War Crimes Chapter 13 When Angela found Moira it was obvious that Moira had been crying. Her dark mascara had run from her eyes in blue streaks and those eyes were puffy and reddened. Even [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary Week Forty Five
Monday Morning everyone and welcome to the first day of Summer. Now Summer is here the forecast is that it’s going to get a touch cooler! I was just coming in from my first patrol [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Chapter 12 – Fury, Daniel Copeland’s Story
Photo by Lane Jackman on Unsplash War Crimes Chapter 12 Like all sociopaths, after a few years Daz Copeland had built up a network of contacts and acquaintances due to his superficial charisma and undoubted [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Sixty-Five
Ch 65 – Waiting Room. We all emerged safely from the elevator ride. Karen, the BBC girl, was young enough that she hadn’t felt the need to use the oxygen masks provided in the internally, [more…]