Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Nine
Ch 39 – The Truck. It was dark, here in the back. Inside the secret compartment of Gill’s 7.5 tonne Mercedes truck. The space was only the depth of an average sized individual. The width [more…]
United Kingdom
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Eight
Joe Malone was arranging his exit from the UK via a People Smuggler he’d met in the cafe. I was just about to seal the deal, when a deep voice from just behind me exclaimed [more…]
Conservatives
Dead in a Ditch
You could have been the man who saved the day, And won renown and everlasting fame. Instead of that, you ducked and ran away: Ten years from now, no one will know your name. [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Seven
The door opened and the Scottish singer emerged. I stared at him in some surprise. He was shorter than my imagination had prepared me for. Also, I hadn’t expected the turban. As he stepped out, [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Six
The screen was replaying the police chief, McCarey’s, earlier conference. But now my face was clearly visible in an inset on the screen. With Joe Malone underneath as a caption. I had been named. I [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Five
Ch 35 – Deer Stalker. The sun was well up now. Nina’s Novazyanka had taken me out. I had slept for more than two hours, that was for sure. Leo’s phone said 1.01pm. I tried [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Four
I set the screen lock to ‘none’ and the timer to one hour. Ate a handful of peanuts. Drank a half a glass of the water and curled up on the chair with the red [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Three
The door opened and a big man in a bad suit came out. “Hello Leo,” I said to him. “Well, well,” he said back. “Joe Malone. I thought I told you not to come round [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Two
I waited some more for the machine to do something, but it did nothing pressed the touchscreen again. Nothing happened. I couldn’t just go on standing here in the concourse of the bridge ticket area. [more…]