Fiction

The Priest Hole (March 31, 2007)

The sky was clear save for a small cluster of clouds – more ornamental than brimming over with sinister purpose. The sun was discreet; he did not ostentatiously command the scene, but neither did he make a timid entrance and huddle close to the horizon. The leaves rustled and made merry in the trees. Nature lay complacent and unknowing in the brisk autumn air of an English countryside.

He would not see it. He could not see it. He nested alone, crumpled, in a hidden room, behind an unseen latch. A hole. He had become a present absence, concealed from the relentless eyes of the Queen’s men. Read more...

The Letters of Magdalen Montague: AN EPISTOLARY NOVELLA

On 4 April 1947, a house on the Rue des Trois Frères, raided by the Nazis and left untenanted since the liberation of Paris, was sold. Records of past ownership had been destroyed during the occupation, and since memory is short in that district, little was known of the man who had most recently lived there. No stories were known to explain his departure. How could there be at a time when so many were dead or disappeared without a trace? He might have evacuated the city with so many others; he might have been imprisoned; he might have been dead. Read more...

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