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…]
Treason
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 Three
Where was he? Over an hour late, no replies to texts. After her cousin had left she had spent the day working, then getting ready and then cooking something special for him, even getting out [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Forty Two
Well, he and they had tried. He had felt that he had to go and spend Easter Day with Sally’s parents; after all he had nowhere else to go other than work. He had driven [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Forty One
Gigs were ferrying people to the island, their small sizes requiring Gillian and Petroc to go separately from them. The previous day and night’s cold front had pushed on inland, leaving a cool but fine [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Forty
GOOD FRIDAY Ten minutes from the farm, the sun sinking in the west, the American girl dozing on the back seat, at least she wasn’t arguing now. If Helena hadn’t gone with him to [more…]