When The Last Leaves Fall (~chapter four~)

*This is a short companion story to the novel The Reputation of Booya Carthy. It may contain spoilers apropos to the original story.       ‘An' if they was just good ol’ boys, out for a hunt,’ Hunter argued with himself, back once more on the same route of the previous night, ‘then why the needle? Ain’t no … Continue reading When The Last Leaves Fall (~chapter four~)

When The Last Leaves Fall (~chapter three~)

*This is a short companion story to the novel The Reputation of Booya Carthy. It may contain spoilers apropos to the original story.     On his way the previous night to find a boarding house, Hunter had rolled through the Delta National Forest on the route road. With the sun setting over the plantations, the poplars … Continue reading When The Last Leaves Fall (~chapter three~)

When The Last Leaves Fall (~chapter two~)

*This is a short companion story to the novel The Reputation of Booya Carthy. It may contain spoilers apropos to the original story.     Hunter had garnered little information about his prey from the vengeful Englishman. But there was something about that name Helland that scratched at him. He’d heard it spoke before. Somewhere. Within the … Continue reading When The Last Leaves Fall (~chapter two~)

When The Last Leaves Fall (~chapter one~)

*This is a short companion story to the novel The Reputation of Booya Carthy. It may contain spoilers apropos to the original story.     Greenwood, Mississippi 1943 It was five minutes before the town bell would announce noon. The door to The Mississippi Jug breezed closed behind the stranger. Leather case in hand, he straightened his … Continue reading When The Last Leaves Fall (~chapter one~)

The Mobile Phone Terror Attacks

‘A new wave of terror has hit Europe in the past twenty-four hours,’ the Welsh newsreader was saying as Gwen continued knitting the beanie for her son. ‘So far, injuries have been reported in thirty countries, including the UK. While many of the surviving victims have suffered life changing injuries; most have lost their lives. … Continue reading The Mobile Phone Terror Attacks

Dirty Old Sod

We are having a reading night at the writer's group that I attend. The theme is flash fiction. Wikipedia - oh wise, trusty, yet unreliable writer's tool - says that flash fiction is "work of extreme brevity, including the Six-Word Story, 140-character stories, the dribble (50 words), the drabble (100 words), and sudden fiction (750 words)." … Continue reading Dirty Old Sod

Madame Colti

Standing outside the door, around the corner from Mornington Crescent tube station, Colin Babb checked the address on his phone once more. The map showed that he was in the right place, but there was only this door, wedged between a bicycle repair shop and fast food outlet. By the pictures on Madame Colti’s website, … Continue reading Madame Colti