When a tube train has the words NOT IN SERVICE on the front, you’re not supposed to get on it. That’s why I got on it. Come on, it stopped and opened its doors right in front of me. They…
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The Wisdom of the Feet
The blizzard wrapped me in white. The horizon vanished with the trees and bushes of the moor, including the tree I was following my compass toward. I was walking alone, at the end of a row of footprints in the…
Flavour of a Guest
I like unexpected guests. The element of surprise gives them a piquant flavour. This one looks particularly wholesome. Young, female, wearing a chequered shirt that suggests she sees herself as a practical sort of person and heeled her boots that…
A Cat Explains Christmas
Nothing stirs on the night before Christmas. Least of all the parents, who are exhausted by the time they’ve finally got the excited children to sleep. Not a breath of wind stirs the decorations and every screen is dark. So…
Rationality in the Forest
Part of being a rational person is not putting too much stock in the shivers down my spine. That whisper was no more than a slight breeze touching the treetops on a still evening. We’re pattern-recognising primates, us humans. Something…
Last Refuge
This place is mine. From the motes of dust dancing in the light of the cracked windows to the doors hanging from their hinges to the yellowing tiles that once surrounded the x-ray machine, it’s all mine. It’s been mine…
Jack Liberty’s Son is in the Heinous Concoction
It started in front of the Old Bailey. I stood on the flagstone pavement, surrounded by lawyers grabbing coffee from the street cafes. I imagined what I’d have been looking at if I’d stood there two hundred years earlier, when…
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Angels over Jacob
Jacob loved the night before Christmas. It called him to Regent Street every year with a promise it never failed to deliver on. He started his evening with a double cream macchiato in Starbucks. He found a table to himself…
Coldwater Cottage – 18: The Ascent
Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 Ian shot through the door and blinked at the grey light bathing the boulders below him. He grabbed his air gauge…
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Coldwater Cottage – 17: The Promise
Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 “I’ve seen your memories. Now I’ve shown you one of mine.” Part of Ian’s mind refused to believe it, but the knowledge…
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