BLURRED LINES

Stumbling along the street. he tried to make sense of it. Everything was a blur, like raindrops had covered his spectacles, but it hadn't been raining. His world was out of kilter, unfocused and obscure. How could they have known? He reached the intersection between the two main roads. Shapes flew passed in both directions. … Continue reading BLURRED LINES

GORODSKOY PARK

Gorodskoy Park in the sunshine. Not the most beautiful park. More concrete than greenery, but well-maintained. A series of paths connected by roundabouts. Along the wider walkways, freshly painted green benches, shaded by overhanging wispy branches. So what was I doing in this nondescript park in the middle of Minsk? Well, that is a longer … Continue reading GORODSKOY PARK

POTTERING IN THE GARAGE

Mary was as surprised as her gawking neighbours when the string of black vans pulled up outside her house with a screech of tyres and flashing lights. Armed MI5 agents rushed across her perfectly manicured lawn and flowerbeds, surrounding the house. 'Come out now. Hands where we can see them!' Instinctively she raised her hands … Continue reading POTTERING IN THE GARAGE