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TV Announcer: ‘So, as we come to the end of 2021, we look for some words of comfort and hope from our resident chaplain with his final chat for the year in our late evening epiphany: AfterThought.’ The television picture switches to a dark room, the outline of a high-backed comfortable leather chair visible thanks to a single flickering candle sitting on a small wooden table. The studio lights...
I watched as the orange crescent moon bade its farewell to the day, its outline the only light in the sky, a reflection of the set sun from beyond the horizon. Another day had passed, and I gave a sigh, a long profound outpouring of despondency. I had long lost count of the days I had been alone, forgotten amongst the rest of the detritus of the run-down farm. If I could dream, it would be of much happier t...
Morning, Sir Charles. Ah, good morning James. A bit out of the way for our chats, isn't it? But so much more pleasurable than our usual meeting place on the Embankment, don't you think? Different, I'll give you that. But why here? Why the RA? James, have some respect. The Royal Academy of Art, please. Whatever. I will never un...
“Man or Mouse, Frank?” The words struck like a dagger in his back. His accuser, standing a few feet away, had deliberately stressed the Teutonic harshness of the allegation. Gunther Kleine, with over-sized Oakleys masking his piercing blue eyes, stared at Frank Kellands, demanding an answer. Frank did a quick mental count to ten before unclenching his fists and turning to face Kleine. “Well?”, the im...
Bloody buses! Why can they never be on time when you need them? Damn, and here comes the rain again. I’m going to catch my death here. Oh, at last, here’s one now. “And just why are you so late, young man? I’ve been standing here for over twenty minutes waiting for you.” “Oh, the traffic was bad, was it? Well, let me tell you, the waiting was even worse!” Service! What...
I woke with a start, for a moment or two disoriented, my surroundings unfamiliar. The brakes of the diesel-electric squealed as the train drew into the station, bringing the latest crowd of commuters home from whatever their toils were in Aberdeen. I let most of them go in front of me – I was in no great hurry to leave the warmth of the carriage. As I descended on to the platform, a flash from over ...
Cripps to the Rescue Alexander Rupert Sebastian Enshaw, 7th Earl of Buckfast (or “Zander” to his friends), was seated at the breakfast table, half-eaten scrambled eggs, now cold on his plate, being pushed from side to side. "I'm bored, Cripps." "Really, Sir? That is most unlike you." "It's been nearly three weeks since Bunty's disaster of an engagement party and no-one has been in touch." "And have you called anyone, ...
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