Fiction Writing
The sea was calm and a brilliant clear blue, mirrored by the cloudless sky above. The storm had railed against the mysterious island for three weeks, the same surge that had capsized the cargo ship and driven them to the unknown land in the canoe life rafts. 'You're sure which direction?' Gideon asked. Cyrus shrugged. … Continue reading CASTAWAY
He found the phone booth that would provide a secure landline connection. He punched in the number. Two rings and a click. 'Danny?' Her voice was tired. 'Did you do it?' he asked. He pictured the blood-spattered body. 'I had orders.' 'I have to come after you.' 'I'll guess I'll be seeing you.' The line … Continue reading CONNECTION
Archie sat in the small boat. 'Is that it? We've hardly got out of the bay. You didn't even put the sail up.' 'No wind in the bay for that,' the boat owner answered. 'Well, I haven't found anything luxurious about my cruise at all.' 'I'm sorry you feel that way, although as you've had … Continue reading LUXURY HOLIDAY
How ironic that he should use this car in order to blend in to the street life of Haifa. When Elias had been a boy the sight of a Volkswagen would have turned heads. Not anymore. The man crossed the street in front of the car. Elias glanced at the photograph to be sure. It … Continue reading THE COLLABORATOR
The droning grew louder. McLean, leaning on his pitchfork, scanned the sky looking for the source. An RAF flyer, he thought. Not unusual in the evening, although this aeroplane sounded much lower than normal. The noise exploded over the ridge, knocking McLean off his feet. As he fell backwards he saw the low-flying 'plane, with … Continue reading THE PLOUGHMAN AND THE NAZI
