Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Seven
Andy Bowson headed over to St Thomas’. He wasn’t needed for a while and could be spared while the chiefs tried to talk some sense into higher authority. So why so low now after the [more…]
Conspiracy
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Six
Four hours later, two drone launched Hellfire missiles entered the upper stories of the house, at the same time shoulder launched anti-tank missiles blew in the front and rear doors and several windows. The Apache [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Five
Brother Peran, he seemed to prefer to be called that rather than Father, saying he was still a scholar-monk at heart, was at the door beaming, holding forth an envelope, hand written, made out to [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Four
Their mobile command centre was off to one side of the long drive up to the main house, out of sight of both house and road. Intermittent staccato bursts of gunfire, mainly from the house [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Nine
He was strolling along the street with George Edward to get some outside air, hardly fresh in central London, and a sandwich. George had seemed unusually keen on accompanying him, had insisted he pay and [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Eight
MONDAY, SECOND WEEK AFTER EASTER The car had met him at the airport and was taking him straight to a villa away from the city, by the coast, nice and quiet, almost certainly the [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Seven
Later that evening she ushered in a dishevelled Sam, heavily laden with what looked a back pack, tent, sleeping bag, webbing. “Thanks Miss.” He looked overawed, out of place in her restrained luxury, not used [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Five
Andy Bowson was back at the control centre by nine, starting to piece together the reports from the various raids around the country prior to a meeting with his superiors at tea time. Days of [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Three
Helena sat down at the bedside, handed over more grapes, a small bag containing some of his things, razor, tooth brush, that sort of thing. He was smiling at her in a lop-sided way. “I [more…]