Celebrate good times

Sean thought he understood. Maureen – proud, fearless and free – had been captive to a crazed, driven man. She’d been unharmed, but alone and afraid in the dark. Now, she was bareheaded in the sun, a pistol at her hip, fighting back. Nothing he could say would ever change her mind, but he couldn’t […]

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Bits and bobs

“. . . And you, love, what do you do?” Maureen stared at Jenny Mallory – Mrs. Mallory to her and Sean – barely comprehending the question. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to be polite. It was only ten in the morning, but it has already been a long day. “I mean lass, […]

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Bring out your dead

“. . . Good evening to you,” Maureen began, her voice ringing out in the stone church, cool and authoritative. Grania had taught her well. “I trust you are well. Was that you in the graveyard?” It took a few seconds for the newcomer – his dim outline all that they could see of him […]

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Once more into the breach

D: A, you know, you really ought not to dance. A: I know. Two very confused left feet – I can’t help it, D. I’m excited! D: I can see that. You’re looking for me to ask why, I take it? A: It would help. I’d stop dancing if you did. D: Fair enough – […]

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