Arts
The Swaling, Part Seven
Myself, Tai Tai and Lotus are sat on the unfolded Fortnum and Mason boxes on the attic floor at 28 Dumfries Street, Kovan, Singapore, the property that we rent for a pittance from the missing [more…]
Mystery
Arts
The Swaling, Part Six
Honkers, a bit too close to the Chinese Communist Party, the Philippines not quite ripe enough (long story), Macao (see Hong Kong), Taiwan too controversial, Guam too far away, South Korea too American, North Korea [more…]
Arts
The Swaling, Part Five
Singa Pura, the Lion City where two oceans meet. Where founder of the colony, Sir Thomas Stamford Bingley Raffles (Fellow of the Royal Society), stands immortalised in stone at Boat Quay. From there he gazes [more…]
Arts
The Swaling, Part Four
“To cut a long story short, Squadron Leader, we’re missing a chap. Looked him up in the London Gazette, to no avail. I could ask at the office, I’m at the Singapore Consultancy you know. [more…]
Arts
The Swaling, Part Three
Is there an irrational fear of the southern hemisphere? Austrophobia? If so, may I suggest that those who suffer from it (Equatrophobics?) might try Singapore? One degree of latitude north, 70 miles from the equator, [more…]
Arts
The Swaling, Part Two
Miss Ng was a council house kid of sorts. Her family rented from Mr Lee’s Housing and Development Board. A truly Utopian organisation, it leased affordable property in projects that contained any and all of [more…]
Arts
The Swaling, Part One
I began to obsess about Mr Reginald Stein on the evening that a party guest, a Mr Hong Gildong, tried to read Mr Stein’s Turkish rug. My wife thought him ill. Our student maid, Rose, [more…]
Fiction
The Rendezvous
It had been dicey over the Big City. The flak had been murderous on the run-in and the radar predicted, master searchlights seemed to have had an unnerving accuracy that night. You could tell the [more…]
Fiction
Némésis – Part 7
Ash Shaddadi, the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 When Major Halward woke up the following morning there was frost on his sleeping bag. It was still dark while he pulled on his boots, [more…]