We charged along the unsealed highway with no break for lunch or snacks. Dad’s need to reach our destination of Kings Canyon before nightfall compelled him ever forward, resisting the temptation to rest.Read more "Famished"
‘We’ve been praying for you,’ Herr Biar said.
‘The evil one is active.’
‘Boris?’ Amie asked.
Later, I decided the boxes of bazooka ammunition should go too. As the hatch flew open, I tossed them. They landed with a decisive thud, then a series of cracks and bangs like fireworks as they hit the flinty stone. Not such a clever idea.Read more "Not So Relieved…"
The police stopped us. They wanted to know what we were doing there.Read more "She’ll Be Right"
Amie peeked into the cave.
Walter Wenke perched on a rock slab, and warmed his hands over a campfire.
Amie said, ‘Walter? What are you doing here?’
Recently I had the offer to borrow some characters. A new concept, I’d never considered borrowing characters for any of my novels before. Would I want to do them?Read more "Monday Missive: Write Tips"
My brother pumped the crank, winding it non-stop. Phut! No sound. Not even a click. He kicked the Rover’s tyre.Read more "Faith"