Monthly Archives: June 2017

Coldwater Cottage – 15: The Past

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 “I gave you every warning, and still you had to go straight for the box. It’s hers.” The hiss and roar of his breathing

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London Rain

Jim was lost. That’s a problem with London suburbs: there’s so much of them that no matter how well you think you know your way around, it only takes one wrong turn and you stumble into one of the gaps

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Coldwater Cottage – 14: The Dark

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 The flashlight went out. That was odd; he’d charged the battery and the bulb was fairly new. There was no need to panic, there was

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Tell it to the Birds

Do you think a man who talks to a bird is bonkers? You cock your head on one side, so I know you’re listening. But what are you thinking? Don’t answer that. Not that you can, being a robin. That’s

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Caresaway Discount on Kindle

The Kindle edition of Caresaway is down to 99c this week, or whatever Amazon decides that is in your local currency. If you’d like to read a novelette about what happens when a psychopath reaches a position of great power,

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Coldwater Cottage – 13: The Box

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 The tools of Dad’s obsession were strewn across the floor. A compass, a gas stove, a few shotgun cartridges. All that was left of a lifelong

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Loose Tie

I remember his loose tie. His words washed over me, around me, through me while I focused on that tie. The knot had slipped down, revealing the top button of his shirt. I couldn’t listen to what he was saying.

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Coldwater Cottage – 12: The Crab

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 He heard a click as something chitinous hit his mask. Pointed legs scratched his cheeks where the hood didn’t cover them. He recognised the swimming crab as

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The Forever Lock

Charles closed the padlock on the railing. “Definitive proof that love is forever,” he said. “I like that.” Hannah took his hand. “Tell me how it proves that.” “Well, it’s a lock with our names on it.” “Then you should

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