Rural Policing

As any admirer of crime fiction will no doubt be aware, the English Rural landscape is often used as a background for murder mysteries and other such nefarious goings-on. However, the reality in places like Little Frigging is far more mundane, with our local Little Frigging village policeman, PC Ghonnemadd, rarely called upon to getContinue reading “Rural Policing”

Always Remember His Name

Another day, another scene. Or, if he was unlucky enough, and the writer got into the flow, a complete bloody chapter. He was getting too old for this. Back when he started, it seemed like an exciting career choice, glamorous and sexy. To be the protagonist in action thrillers seemed like the dream job. AfterContinue reading “Always Remember His Name”

Just One More Lifetime

‘I do know. I was young once too.’ Penna had actually been young more than once. Quite a few times actually. But these were simple folk with a simple outlook on life who tended to set fire to things – or people – they did not understand. Penna had found that out a few ofContinue reading “Just One More Lifetime”

Each Day was a Gift

Helda opened each day like a gift. I left the morning there for her outside her room before she awoke. It was there waiting for her when she opened her eyes. At first, she would stand there by her window watching the morning unfold in front of her as though it was some new wonderContinue reading “Each Day was a Gift”

Making a Living

Henry peered around the corner. There was nothing there. Which was disconcerting. Henry didn’t like stepping out onto a new page without at least a sentence or two of description, especially this early in a chapter. Who knows what will eventually fill the blank page, particularly so early in a story. So far, he hadContinue reading “Making a Living”

A Homeland and Other Such Lies

Often the wind would blow from the east, bringing a taste of the far lands on its breath. When she could, Shalia then stood up on her lonely hill and turned towards the wind, letting it blow into her face bringing, she believed, the scents of her homeland back to her. Not that she rememberedContinue reading “A Homeland and Other Such Lies”

Building the Wall

‘You’re an engineer,’ he said. ‘How hard can it be? You just put the bricks one on top of another until there is a wall.’ His juniors laughed, some dutifully, some who – like him – thought it was actually funny. Often, it is that simple though, you put one brick on top of another,Continue reading “Building the Wall”

She Knows Darkness

Her name? Just the echo of some sounds in her mind. She is not even sure if she ever had a name. But everything has a name. He must have a name, even though he never speaks. The things he brings her to eat, drink, to clean herself – all of those have names evenContinue reading “She Knows Darkness”

You Cannot Have a War Without Mud

The shadows creep across the end of the day like wounded crawling from the battlefield, knowing the dark night is catching them up. Once the darkness takes them, they know they will never see the light again. Sometimes, though, especially in the cold grey mists of morning, it does feel like we have lived tooContinue reading “You Cannot Have a War Without Mud”

When the Snow Wipes the World Clean Again

It makes you wonder, Marie thought. Sometimes the world out there is stranger than it ought to be. Sometimes, it seems as though this is not the same world you remember. Sometimes it feels as though overnight everything you thought you knew and understood about this world has been taken away and replaced with somethingContinue reading “When the Snow Wipes the World Clean Again”

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