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THE INVISIBLE MAN

I thought about it as I climbed the stairs to the smart guy’s office. In fact, I’d thought about it a lot during the last ten years and one word always came to mind: invisibility. There was no doubt about it, I was invisible . A word with the literal meaning - unable to be seen and that was me for sure because no one noticed me even though I was there all the time. I was there every single minute of every single day I was supposed to be there and without a break; I was never sick. Anyway, that’s what I told the man when he asked, that I felt invisible.        The last time I’d seen him was ten years before when I sat in front of his desk staring at his tailored black suit, crisp white shirt and silk pink tie knotted in the Windsor style. Slicked back dark hair. He’d seen me then for sure. I knew because he’d looked at me and flashed some teeth that maybe he thought was a smile but I suspected was more to do with stamping authority. That was after he ha...

Psychedelic Dancing

“Come on, let’s go,” she said standing up unconcerned her low-cut top was undone to her navel, blue silky bra with white flesh hanging out. Her warm, soft hand small in his great big mitt, the slight squeeze encouraging, the sudden determined tug betraying an overpowering need. Kissing, proper kissing. They had been kissing and fondling in the dark corner behind the door. Chaos all around. Hectic. The noise. The thumping base- up beat . The toxic smell of enjoyment. 

THE DESENZANO LAUNDRY WAR

   GREAT NEWS   My latest book, THE DESENZANO LAUNDRY WAR  has been published e-book and paperback now available on AMAZON CLICK TO BUY SUMMARY Who would expect a laundry war on the idyllic shores of Lake Garda. That’s what Emily Beech, runaway wife of London crime boss Charlie Beech, walks into.     Charlie is determined to find Emily but is distracted by a deal with the Japanese and Italians that may be slipping away from him.     Hiding not only from Charlie but his Milan crime associates Emily makes friends and tries to build a life and business while navigating an unexpected love triangle.     DI Dave Simmonds desperately wants to persuade Emily to give evidence against Charlie, almost jeopardising her life in the process. But Emily is smarter than anyone gives her credit for, having spent the last five years putting all the pieces in place for a plan that she just needs a little more time to bring to fruition.     Will s...

Waiting to Leave

  “Hi there matey, you new here?”   “Yup, arrived yesterday. See that big lump of mountain over there, somewhere on it there’s a rope that’s snapped. That’s mine. The ends are probably all frayed and flapping in the wind. I went down two hundred metres and landed on my head on an ice-covered rock where all that lovely soft snow had blown off. Each side there was a deep snow hole. It probably would have made no difference though. Name’s Ernie, Ernest Edwards, from Newcastle.”  

RACING GREEN JAGS

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WHEN I FLY

About ten seconds, that’s roughly how long it takes to hit the ground from one thousand feet. Anyway, that’s what I told the man, the one hanging out from the rail on The Royal Gorge Bridge, the one with the look of death in his eyes. Flashing and flicking like they were. Ten seconds, one thousand feet. What I didn’t say was, less the fifty feet short of the thousand the height of the bridge actually was . Fifty to spare so if he counted, he would get to nine point nine-five before he stopped. I thought that would save him some worry.   It was the same old story. Well, as it happens, two stories, “I’m broke and she’s gone,” he mumbled.    No tears, they never have tears, just the look, the eyes and the shaking. For some reason they all shake. Kind of vibrate , I suppose.   I said, “You know, I’ve always thought what it would be like to fly but I’ve not had the chance. Not like you. You’ve got ten seconds to find out.”   That’s when he looked at me, “T...