Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Eight
Dave was in Cardiff at 16:30, Taff was waiting for him, he was in a minibus, inside were a driver and five others, their kit was piled up at the back. “The van can’t be [more…]
Thriller
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story, Book Seven – Chapter Thirty-One
Brooke, Jack, Molly and Brian walked out of the office of Lloyd, Franks and Deschamps, solicitors, and paused on the pavement before shaking hands and high-fiving each other. Bearcat Food Inc. was now up and [more…]
Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Seven
It was 22:30 when he set off for home, it would be another three hours until he was in his bed. He sent a message to Sally saying how late he would be, she replied [more…]
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story, Book Seven – Chapter Thirty
Jinnie had been busier at the weekend than she had anticipated. Knowing she was going to be away from Monday, and not really knowing for how long, she had tried to spend as much time [more…]
Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Six
Dave was up before Sally, he made coffee, and ate breakfast before bringing up a cup. Following a kiss to wake her, he headed to the spare bedroom. His first email was to the head [more…]
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story, Book Seven – Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jinnie was surprised when, just after lunch, Brian arrived at Maple House. He put his head around her door and said, “Hi, that was an interesting morning. I don’t envy you having to work with [more…]
Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Five
It was cramped in the back of the Fiesta, Trevor drove quickly, the roads were quiet, it was cold, but not frosty. He followed the signs to the military section in the hospital, Sally gave [more…]
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story, Book Seven – Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jinnie lifted Millie so she could press Izzy’s ring doorbell. Izzy answered the bell and said, “Hello, please come up, the flat door is open.” The door lock buzzed, and the door popped open. The [more…]
Fiction
A Price Too High, Chapter Four
It was after midnight when he switched off the engine, the day had been long, but hopefully productive. Sally was in bed, but awake, she asked how the day had gone, “what were you doing [more…]