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The Unseen Path – Part Sixteen
It was no use; the waiting and the wondering were killing him. The police could be following him already, waiting to pick him up any minute. How much did they know? They didn’t seem to [more…]
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The Unseen Path – Part Fifteen
Sally Bowson couldn’t settle that afternoon. Over a late lunch she had pressed both Martha and her husband about the priest-monk’s fables. They had smiled patiently, confirming them, insisting that those in Holy Orders would [more…]
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Tilda and the Witches 1.4
ACT 1 SCENE 4 A small Rowing Boat on the high Seas. In it are TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY, JESSICA, and MAISIE with little VUSILLUS. TILDA and ETTY are at the Oars.
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The Unseen Path – Part Fourteen
‘Henry’ switched off the news feed on his laptop. That press release put out by the PM’s office! Whatever had possessed them? He must try to find out. It was crudely transparent, wildly unnecessary, surely? [more…]
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The Unseen Path – Part Thirteen
Brother Peran, as he introduced himself, was unlike any pre-conception of a monk she had ever held. He had sat her down on a leather chair in his vestry while he boiled a kettle on [more…]
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Tilda and the Witches 1.3
ACT 1 SCENE 3 A Cabin on a Ship bound for the Island of Tapioca. Enter TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY, JESSICA and MAISIE with little VUSILLUS. ETTY: ’Tis sad to see Uraemia fall [more…]
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The Unseen Path – Part Twelve
The walk was just what she needed, invigorating in the Spring sunshine among the reams of wild flowers lining the track sides and field fringes, helping to clear her head. The climate was more like [more…]
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The Unseen Path – Part Eleven
FRIDAY He had left his parents-in-law by eight o’clock the following morning, heading to the local station to meet the officers leading the search for his wife; it had been a sombre evening, but not [more…]
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Tilda and the Witches 1.2
ACT 1 SCENE 2 The Road to Opprobrium. Enter TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY and JESSICA, with MAISIE carrying little VUSILLUS. All are in the garb of Peasants. VULPECULA: Night falls, and I am [more…]