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…]
Treason
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 Sixty Three
No point going back to the office, I’ll head off to see him. Helena opened the lobby door and entered, followed by Sam, closing it behind him; a large bunch of narcissi was sitting there [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Two
Time to move then, break down and pack away the Barrett, can’t bear to leave it for them, drop the pack, rig a small charge underneath it to ruin its discoverer’s day, hand gun in [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty One
Four hours later, he heard voices in the distance, coming up the valley, accented English, a sizeable force. His scope was on them now, dressed in camo gear, small backpacks, AK47s, carrying what looked like [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Six
The conversation with Martha hadn’t gone well. Alan knew he couldn’t duck his responsibility, he could soften the blow by obfuscating his worst suspicions, explain that Sam had opted to stay behind on his own, [more…]
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…]