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Out of the Frying Pan… The Reluctant Rescue of Jack Fairchild

The moon finally peeked from behind the clouds as the dogs trotted on across the dark, windswept moorland, scattering powdery snow with their tails. The pilot (perhaps called ‘Jack’, but he wasn’t entirely sure) limped along, looking up every so often and cursing the white disc above him. His memory had deserted him, he was frozen to the core, rigid with pain, and beholden to the silent, dour giant of a man beside him. The crash would never have happened on a clear night. He would have made it to wherever the hell he was meant to be… Continue reading Out of the Frying Pan… The Reluctant Rescue of Jack Fairchild

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The Quiet Fight and Flight of Florence Morgan

His moustache wriggled like a caterpillar when he laughed. Florence hated it. She hated the moustache, she hated the high waistband of his tweed trousers, the way George cleared his throat all the time – huh-hummm. The protruding mole by his ear, the smell of stale pipe tobacco, the way he kept his fingernails so long that they cut into the skin of her arm now as he gripped her. She shook her arm, but he held it all the tighter. And while his mouth smiled, she saw anger in his eyes… Continue reading The Quiet Fight and Flight of Florence Morgan

A Book Within A Book Within A Book: Ship of Theseus

‘The Ship of Theseus’ is the creation of filmmaker, J.J Abrams and writer, Doug Dorst, and it’s a book to get excited about. When I opened it, I got the same feeling as when I used to browse my favourite antique/junk shop as a teenager, picking up a box brownie for five quid, an old suitcase, even a World War 2 gas mask. Just as those things were, this book is now a treasured possession. Continue reading A Book Within A Book Within A Book: Ship of Theseus

The Crown (La Corona)

We do not know why the king went into the cave. Was he hiding? Seeking solitude? Was he meeting a lover? Or an envoy of his neighbour to negotiate a transfer of power? Was he fed up of being a king? I once asked my nursemaid and she told me it was better not to know. I disagreed with her. It’s always better to know… (Click title to read more) Continue reading The Crown (La Corona)