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…]
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…]
Well, he had made the last train back from Brussels to St Pancras; that was one of the few things about the day to give him any satisfaction. Following the previous week’s meeting, he had [more…]
IT PAUSES, MONDAY BEFORE EASTER, HOLY WEEK An early morning start for the whole household, Martha, Iltud, Sally, Josey, Narin and an insistent Sam, who refused to be left behind; fresh clothes, big breakfasts, [more…]
At least Lena hadn’t done a runner, nor did she seem to be having second thoughts, she had just lapsed into fatalistic passivity, as if having made this one big decision her life could continue [more…]
“Hi Lena, how are you?” She had been a couple of minutes late and, due to constant demands from her work tablet for her attention, hadn’t been able to prepare herself for what could be [more…]
She picks up straightaway; she guesses who it is, although it’s very rare for him to call her at work. Thanks for calling back; he was going to call her anyway. How is she, has [more…]
Ten o’clock, now we’re getting somewhere. Names at first, some numbers to match, some names obviously noms-de-guerre, whatever those classifications meant if anything, allusions to imports, depots, a few account details. Hazard an educated guess: [more…]
By the time Sam got back, filthy, wet, tired and beaming from the day’s exertions, the fragile atmosphere that had pervaded the house had relaxed at least a couple of notches. Sally explained to him [more…]
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