by brian | Sep 29, 2026 | Uncategorized
It was only recognisable from the single remaining wheel Jim read Chapter Seven of the story again and again. “He came back.” He hadn’t written that. It wasn’t his hand. In fact, that had been the area of the story he had struggled with. Now, it was...
by brian | Sep 28, 2026 | Uncategorized
Siren’s Return refers to a condition currently known as secondary drowning. The account tells of a young man who appears in a village on the North West coast of Brittany. Jim translated the next three lines. They were identical to his composition. He slipped further...
by brian | Sep 28, 2026 | Uncategorized
Titch went home with the Subbuteo goalkeeper My Aunty Joan was one of nine which included my Mam. She was the only one that didn’t get married, apparently she had lots wrong with her but nobody talked about it so I didn’t know what. Just like when Nana died and we...
by brian | Sep 27, 2026 | Uncategorized
The upright on the left bore a sign in brown and cream, of the kind directed at tourists. Chapter One January 15th, in the year of our Lord, 1998. Ploubazlanec, Brittany. The battered 2CV Fourgonnette bounced into the village square in Ploubazlanec. The two-cylinder...
by brian | Sep 27, 2026 | Uncategorized
The battered 2CV Fourgonnette bounced into the village square in Ploubazlanec. Jim made for the public library, with the intention of pulling together the leads he had on Marguerita. There were two, the museum and her Christian name. The academic lead had been...
by brian | Sep 25, 2026 | Uncategorized
My name is Araki Yukio. I was the youngest member of the Divine Wind Special Attack Unit. Jim woke without the usual post alcohol fug. For the first time in many months, he could think clearly. His first thought was food, a nice bowl of oatmeal with honey and...
