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…]
Jihadism
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…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fourteen
‘Henry’ switched off the news feed on his laptop. That press release put out by the PM’s office! Whatever had possessed them? He must try to find out. It was crudely transparent, wildly unnecessary, surely? [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Thirteen
Brother Peran, as he introduced himself, was unlike any pre-conception of a monk she had ever held. He had sat her down on a leather chair in his vestry while he boiled a kettle on [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Twelve
The walk was just what she needed, invigorating in the Spring sunshine among the reams of wild flowers lining the track sides and field fringes, helping to clear her head. The climate was more like [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Eleven
FRIDAY He had left his parents-in-law by eight o’clock the following morning, heading to the local station to meet the officers leading the search for his wife; it had been a sombre evening, but not [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Ten
Chief Superintendent Dager had been back in the office for the last ninety minutes, having been called by the duty team. Late and overnight duties had diminished as he had climbed the ranks, but in [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Nine
Both vehicles had skidded to a stop, one on the pavement and the other on the mini-roundabout in front, rendered in seconds into inert colanderised metal cans. The staccato shrieks made by the bullets lasted [more…]