It was bad, not inevitably terminal, but beyond her ability to fix properly. No trace of heart damage, but the bullets, as these modern horrible ones seem designed to do, had fragmented on hitting the [more…]
ER: “Philip, is he still here then, the Septic Eye fellow?” DoE: “I think so, thought he’d buggered off but he’s back like a bad penny. What does he bloody want now?” Thanks Maj and [more…]
ACT 4 SCENE 2 Aboard the Pirate Ship. Enter TILDA, ETTY and KEVIN.
A few feet above them in a subsidiary attic specifically set aside for hideaways like him, Suleiman al-Libani heard the accented English-speaking voices. One sounded Antipodean, another unrecognisable. He had made it out of London [more…]
Eleven o’clock now, all ready to go into town, park by the restaurant just before twelve, make sure there was beer on their breath, ham it up a bit so it would be just another [more…]
The Clooneys and the Elton-Johns were not the only people attending a wedding last week, yours truly was also present at some family nuptials just a few short days ago. Our little gathering unhappily lacked [more…]
ACT 4 SCENE 1 A Tavern in Hafnium, a Port City in the Country of Hedera, near the Border of Uraemia. Enter FELIX, TILDA, VULPECULA, VISCUS and JESSICA, with the LANDLORD of the Tavern. [more…]
Her day had dragged like no other she had experienced; she’d had a couple of quick calls from Elaine to say there was no change. How was she keeping? Probably not that much different from [more…]
“I’m sorry Ladies and Gentlemen,” said the Director of MI5, surprising the other attendees of COBRA with the heat of his emotion, “but I don’t think you fully understand the implications of last evening’s incidents. [more…]
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