Copyright Oggbashan August 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. I see Mrs Rajni Patel, not her real name, almost every evening....
The fallout from the previous night's festivities continues... Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing. Any errors that remain are my own. ***** I gave up on the idea of jerking off. Something was going on with Bill. I realized that this was the first time in my life I was worried about my brother. He'd never gotten in trouble. He had been about the l...
Chapter 14 We waited all the next day for Bernie's call. There was nothing on the News, no big stories of mass arrests or a conspiracy uncovered. The papers were still running with the car bomb story although there wasn't much new to report. They had discounted the claims of the IRA splinter group and fingers were pointing towards Bin Laden and his gang. At...
Chapter Eight We were up early the following morning. It was one of those rare bright winter days where there is no wind and the world looks made anew under its carpet of shimmering frost. The sky was an achingly blue vault with the only clouds a couple of puffs left over from God’s cigar. It isn’t possible not to feel glad to be alive on such a morning, wh...
Langley, Virginia, USA CIA Headquarters, NCS Briefing Room Monday, July 16, 2012 1:18 PM It was an unusually hot and muggy July afternoon in Virginia. Frank Patterson and Abigail Rogers had been ordered to National Clandestine Service (NCS) offices of the CIA to be briefed on an upcoming mission. Frank being in his early thirties and with NCS division for...
I'm not sure when it hit me; this was almost the same trip we'd started the year before? Then it occurred to me: when does one journey end, and the next begin? Then - as now - we'd spruced up the boat, loaded her up with fuel and provisions. Then - as now - we'd left midcoast Maine and sailed south for Massachusetts Bay, bound for the Cape Cod Canal. Then -...
I just love family reunions. A lot of people say they do but they don't mean it. The name is Guillaume Saint Georges. A tall and slender young Black man of Haitian living in the Confederation of Canada. After graduating from the University of Toronto with a bachelor's degree in Criminology, I moved to Ottawa to attend the local Police College. I'm now an off...
Chapter 1 What did we do before social media? How did we manage to get through the day without that endless stream of dirty jokes, funny photographs, gossip and links to dodgy websites that now fill our lives? Yeah, yeah, I can hear you grumble. Get on with it, I can hear you say. Well, dear reader, it was one of those links that started me down the road to...
It was really too warm a day to be gardening and I perspired gently as I worked. The exercise made me feel well with the world and happy to tackle jobs I had been meaning to do for a long time. The day that I had taken off work had given me the opportunity to do them and, as I came to the end of what I wanted to do, I heard footsteps behind me. “Hi there,”...
Castlerigg Stone Circle, near Keswick, England Rythern stands calmly with his hands at the small of his back facing the stone circle before him. Standing around the entire circle are the soldiers of the Black Dragon. Each is armed with a XM8 Carbine. The entire Black Dragon was equipped with the new rifles when a train carrying a shipment of the guns was hi...