Into the Tangled Web

. . . Hessnie Mazou had made all preparations and was now allowing events unfold. Relaxed for the first time in more years than he could remember he was not surprised when the doorbell rang early. She would be as as excited as he – how could she not be? For nine years they had missed each other. Nine years …

Post Secrets . . . Technical Training

Chapter Four Back in the Customer training Centre we four were joined by eight pilots, two each, as we began the type technical course in earnest. It was to be long as type conversions go, seven weeks long in fact, just for class work, and conducted at a pace – not quite the pace of the secrets course but one …

The Secrets Course

The Secrets Course On the first day of the Flight Engineer Concorde Conversion Course we were late because the bus was late to the hotel. The driver, it turned out, was not sure of his way either to the hotel, or to the British Aerospace factory in Filton, Bristol. It brought the wrath of the Customer Training Manager upon us …

Guarding the Student Matriarch

Ben Watching the CIA men. Ben had been watching for thirty hours and had developed a pretty good understanding of the way this expeditionary force operated. They explored in bursts: first loading up their vehicles and then traveling fast to the nearest high ground where they disembarked and surveyed the area through binoculars and, what appeared to be, a powerful telescope. …

Meira & George – going to sea in a green boat

On an oak and iron bench, dulled by generations of dark, park regulation paint, Commander John Conway sat quietly waiting. Head bent he kept his focus narrow: his eyes monitoring the feet and lower legs of those passing. Turn-ups were back, he noted, at least they were in with the men of the pinstripe and the cavalry twill sets. Women, …

Margret, Jimmy, & Elizabeth

CHAPTER FIVE Green Street Hardware has that dry, sawn timber and linseed smell that reminded me of my grandfather’s shed. Galvanised trash cans filled with mops, brooms and rakes cluttered the doorway and something on the floor made a buzzer snarl in the back of the shop as I entered. I walked past bins of the kind of nails you …

Father & Daughter

Hessnie Mazou knew his death was imminent; it could be no other way. From the moment Fiona called he knew his time on the planet was reduced to only a few days: a week at most. Now, after his visit to the airport and her hotel it could be no more than an hour or so, but it had been …

Last Days of the SV10

I scrambled for the number two radio, found a weather broadcast frequency, and listened. It was terrible. The weather brought the cloud base below our landing limits for the navigation aids available, and was not expected to clear any time soon. We should divert. We should wave off now, take whatever fuel we had and head for the nearest runway …

Language: 80,000 Years in the Making

She was high on a scaffold with brush and hose removing the last remnants of grime from the upper part of wall when the realisation hit her. She nearly fell. The characters, now clearly revealed beneath her labours, were not, she realised, alien to her. They were already in her memory; the language was already in her memory. She couldn’t …

George & The Seahorse

Wearing off-white shorts, a pastel green wrap blouse, and silver canvas sandals, she sat in the peace of the late afternoon at a sidewalk table of the Le Bon Auberge. A heady background of sun oil, and coffee espresso, filled the light breeze off St. Tropez as she relaxed: gave herself up to the flapping colours and clinking boats to …