Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Twenty-Nine
As always, Larry was waiting for the family to come in the front door, and was all over them the second they walked in. Of course, he had a pecking order, it was Jinnie first, [more…]
Thriller
Fiction
Downfall, Chapter Six
As they ate breakfast Dave explained what he wanted Sally to do, a porter came up to the table as they were finishing, a visitor was waiting for them in reception. Dave asked for him [more…]
Fiction
Downfall, Chapter Five
Sally’s hair was still damp as they waited in the bar for Jane Goodley to arrive, Sally was smartly dressed, Dave was in jeans and a shirt, there hadn’t been time to have his suit [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Twenty-Seven
All the drive back to the villa, Jinnie pondered on her conversation with Jorja. Jinnie was happy with her decision to have her concentrate on Bearcat Catering and handing over the development of Aunty JoJo’s [more…]
Fiction
Downfall, Chapter Four
“Why ‘Mac the Knife’?” “I think he had a very Scottish name, his surname was ‘Mac’ something, one of the other guys must have called him that during their training and it stuck.” “You don’t [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Twenty-Six
Jinnie couldn’t decide who was the most excited to be flying to Barbados, the twins or Cathy. Of course, the twins had flown there several times before, both on holiday and to pick up a [more…]
Fiction
Downfall, Chapter Three
After they had eaten Sally sat down with the clean laptop, she spent an hour searching websites for details about moving abroad. She looked at government websites and downloaded applications. “Dave some of these places [more…]
Arts
Jinnie’s Story, Book Eight – Chapter Twenty-Five
Jinnie and Rick flew back to the U.K. together on the overnight Virgin flight. As they checked in together, Rick benefited from Jinnie’s automatic upgrade to Upper Class. As they strolled from check-in to the [more…]
Fiction
Downfall, Chapter Two
In the street, Dave led Sally across the road, they sat on a bench overlooking the Thames. As they sat down, Sally started crying, Jane Goodley had closed and locked her office door, sitting behind [more…]