Fiction
Merry Christmas, Sergeant Edge
Edge knew that he was coming down with something. His head felt muggy and the back of his throat and soft palate felt enlarged and spongy. He had been unable to clear his left ear, [more…]
War Crimes
Arts
Painting with Acrylic on Canvas
In the final part of this series before I move onto etchings, I’m doing a piece on painting with acrylic paint onto a stretched frame canvas. The principles apply just as well for oil painting, [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes – Epilogue Three
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Inevitably the country burst into flames. It started in the unpoliced cities that had largely become a [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes – Epilogue Two
Former Detective Inspector Charles Hope became a very successful novelist. He wrote scathingly satirical, comedy novels about the police service, which won him few friends among serving officers and the Police Federation, but a huge [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes – Epilogue One
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. William Shakespeare The RSM who had told Edge: “I have a feeling that you’ll fuck it up. The [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Part Forty three – Redemption
Edge had assumed the persona of Andrew Poulsom, a child who had died before his first birthday in 1970, his little body buried in Stoke-on-Trent and a copy of a register of birth had allowed [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Part Forty Two – Nemeses
“Who is she?” asked Edge. They were sitting in a car outside a closed garden centre, just off the A41 near Bicester. “She’s Charlie Dorking’s niece, Alice Warboys. She’s a uniformed copper who wants to [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Part Forty One – Goodbye, Mark Edge
In April Edge was discharged from the hospital in Faro and referred to a local hospital for ongoing physiotherapy. He made a remarkable recovery due to his fitness, determination and cussedness, but more importantly with [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes Part Forty – Edge, The Long Fight Back to Humanity
He came out of the water at the side of a lake, near where a small river joined the main body of water. The air was cool and fresh with the scent of the pine [more…]