Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Twenty Five
She had called him straightaway, the excitement breaking into her voice as she told him the good news. He said he would pop round when convenient for her. “Why any time, now if you want”? [more…]
Conspiracy
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Twenty Three
“We need to get moving or we’ll lose the dark.” Art was twitchy, unlike him, the lure of home one yomp away was obviously unsettling him. The farm, their final staging ground before their run [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Twenty Two
They were ready to leave, later than planned, cleaning up behind them took longer than they had assumed. It always did and for all Alan’s faults he was thorough, not in the least relaxed about [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Twenty One
Helena struck him once more as being really quite remarkable, just when you thought you might have seen all she had to offer, she revealed another new facet, maybe one unknown even to her, almost [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Nineteen
She was shrinking back, terrified. Not surprising thought Sam. Four masked men break into where she’s living, beat up the woman she’s living with, wave guns around, tie her and the other woman and man [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Eighteen
A shell-shocked Andy Bowson and his two colleagues were recovered by the emergency services twenty-five minutes after their captors had left them. Stunned by falling debris, lightly burned by the fireball that passed over them, [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Seventeen
“It depends what you are hunting, but yes we started to increase our defences, most of all in the last dozen years or so. We had some wealth now to invest in trade with our [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixteen
It was no use; the waiting and the wondering were killing him. The police could be following him already, waiting to pick him up any minute. How much did they know? They didn’t seem to [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifteen
Sally Bowson couldn’t settle that afternoon. Over a late lunch she had pressed both Martha and her husband about the priest-monk’s fables. They had smiled patiently, confirming them, insisting that those in Holy Orders would [more…]