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…]
The Pocket
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Four
They were preparing to head out tonight, a dozen outside boys, one on a stretcher, Gillian and David Kingsbridge, and an infant carried by an Art who seemed to be trying to make amends for [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…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Two
“Sam, I want you to tell me exactly what happened in there, while I was in the office.” Alan had decided to wait, let them all get some rest, regain some perspective, himself especially, get [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty One
They were walking back the five miles from the village where the new American girl was staying with an older married couple like Martha and Iltud, children no longer at home, who were paid by [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty
He was lost, could be walking in circles in this featureless desert forever, neither hot nor cold, no real sensations here other than the ones he felt in his mind, no perception of time at [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Forty Nine
Later that morning ‘old’ Ted left what was becoming part of his daily routine, another COBRA meeting. They were starting to get properly scared now, especially when he told them that the arson attacks were [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Forty Eight
It was bad, not inevitably terminal, but beyond her ability to fix properly. No trace of heart damage, but the bullets, as these modern horrible ones seem designed to do, had fragmented on hitting the [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path- Part Forty Seven
A few feet above them in a subsidiary attic specifically set aside for hideaways like him, Suleiman al-Libani heard the accented English-speaking voices. One sounded Antipodean, another unrecognisable. He had made it out of London [more…]