The heavy snow deadened the sound of the forest. Despite the swirling snowfall, there was a stillness. Cal lay on the soft ground, his eye press to the sight, his ungloved finger around the trigger, the rifle caressed against his shoulder. His father lay next to him. A hundred yards away the stag raised his … Continue reading CAL’S CALLING


A STORY WITH A LOSS OF ZEAL IN ZARAGOZA, SPAIN The atmosphere in the bullring was intoxicating, the crowd jeered and cheered. The pre-match entertainment ended and it was time for the real show to begin. Sitting high up in the oval theatre, looking down on the golden sand floor of the arena, Michael saw … Continue reading Z IS FOR ZARAGOZA, SPAIN