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A Tale of Old Mistress Winter
MANY thanks to those of you who read and made such kind comments on my 3-part 2016 Christmas story, A Tale of Old Mistress Winter. I do indeed, as some of you suggested, hope to publish it ‘properly’ in some … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, probably
Tagged a Christmas story, flat world, glaciers, Guanacos, Lenga trees, Mother Nature, Old Mistress Winter, snow, Tierra del Fuego, winter
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The little matchgirl. A tale re-told. Part 2 of 2
A spiteful wind howls around the streets. Blows away the fog, the smoke – the warmth. Jack Frost mocks the locked gates of the arcade. Dances through their iron bars, into the doorway where the little girl huddles. Touches her … Continue reading
The little matchgirl. A tale re-told. Part 1 of 2
… when respectable heads were hatted and industrial smoke filled every lung, when automobiles were rare and horses and carts were common, then, lived a poor little match girl. Molly. We join her one cold December day, as … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, probably
Tagged cigarettes, cigars, factories, fairy tales retold, fires, fog, Hans Andersen, pipes, smoke, tobacco
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The rabble roused
[This is an extract from a work in progress, a crime fiction novel set in Liverpool. Father Gerry Carroll, unintentional amateur sleuth, is attending a lecture given by an old friend, a radical philosopher. The novel’s working title, ‘The Thirteenth … Continue reading
Sax and the city*
A bottle crashes to the ground in an alleyway off the main street. Jewel-green splinters frame the edge of a dark puddle, iridescent with oil in the dull glow of the street light. Somewhere a tyre squeals, a youth shouts … Continue reading
Meet Gerry Carroll – son, brother, friend, sometime sleuth (and Catholic priest)
It felt like bleak midwinter, the earth standing hard as iron, even if no frosty wind made moan. For Gerry, it couldn’t have been a bleaker day. Was it midwinter? He didn’t really care if it was or it wasn’t. … Continue reading
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Tagged crime fiction, Funeral, grave, In the bleak midwinter, murder, priest, snow, Triumph motor bike, winter
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