Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Thirty Five
“Hi Lena, how are you?” She had been a couple of minutes late and, due to constant demands from her work tablet for her attention, hadn’t been able to prepare herself for what could be [more…]
Thriller
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Thirty Four
She picks up straightaway; she guesses who it is, although it’s very rare for him to call her at work. Thanks for calling back; he was going to call her anyway. How is she, has [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Thirty Two
By the time Sam got back, filthy, wet, tired and beaming from the day’s exertions, the fragile atmosphere that had pervaded the house had relaxed at least a couple of notches. Sally explained to him [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Thirty One
He was in the outskirts of Istanbul today, making sure that the logistics and recruitment pipeline, which began here and lanced through the bowels of Europe into those vital organs of the west; Britain, France, [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Thirty
Andy Bowson’s heart wasn’t in it this evening so he decided to tidy up his desk and make ready to go to the place he now dreaded, his home, or was it now just the [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Twenty Nine
Chief Superintendent Dager had just finished briefing Bowson and two of his other subordinates on the outcome of the Home Secretary’s steering group when someone appeared at his cubicle door; Bowson saw his face fall [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Twenty Eight
Bowson along with George Edward discharged themselves from the hospital mid-morning. Some of the medical staff were quite relieved to see Andy go, but not George who had been much more co-operative and was seemingly [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Twenty Seven
“Mistress Bowson? Forgive us our impatience, but we will shortly have to talk with the outside boys who returned yesterday. Please come and visit the Abbey when you are ready, perhaps share a meal with [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Twenty Six
Sally and her son were up early, just after dawn, to find Martha and Iltud already drinking tea at the kitchen table, their porridge slowly bubbling away on the range. They smiled at her as [more…]