He put the flask of scotch and two tumblers on the makeshift table and sat in a plastic chair. Puddles of water swirled round his feet, bits of flotsam were strewn everywhere, broken trees lined the beachfront. It was a matter of waiting. Waiting to see who turned up. Waiting to see if it was … Continue reading AFTER THE STORM
'She's tenacious, a fighter, we're not giving up hope.' It was nice of him, but I could see he didn't believe it. She had finally met her match. It had been a week without a sign of her. I wrapped myself against the cold. The search would resume when the storm cleared, but now they … Continue reading TENACIOUS
Shovelling the seaweed away, Agnes was not happy. 'Fourth time this year,' she muttered and threw a disgruntled stare at the waves lapping against the ineffective flood wall. Archie pulled up in the hire van. He drove over the seaweed Agnes had spent the last hour gathering into one neat pile. 'Next lot ready?' he … Continue reading CRABBIT
A glorious morning. Clear blue sky, the water still, the grass fresh. It was exactly the sort of scene that had convinced them to buy the house. But the spring colours and sun-kissed fields hid the tumult of the previous night. The storm had raged across the whole country for twenty four hours. The deluge … Continue reading STILL
'Iacta ālea est.' The die is cast. The storm would follow. Marcisus trooped with his legion over the Rubicon river, following their leader who had gone before them. Within days they would be in Rome. Pompey would be forced to flee. Rome would be torn apart. Marcisus saw it all unfolding. He had hoped his … Continue reading THE COMING STORM
