Chapter 6 – Masquerade

The night time custom of wearing masks had become a commonplace, as it once was in medieval Venice, in the claustrophobic rabbit warren of the Old City of my grandfather’s youth. It provided a measure of discretion that covered for human frailties in so crowded a space in judgemental times. Business, romance and crime had … Continue reading Chapter 6 – Masquerade

Chapter 5 – Council

We gathered again in the Bishop’s study. Robert Tappister was caught between irritation that I had information to give and satisfaction that his own man had found out so much. The Bishop leaned back in his chair, staring vacantly into space, absorbing what I had to tell. Jimmy perched on the edge of the table. … Continue reading Chapter 5 – Council

Chapter 4 – Urban Living

Idressed down for my visit to Vernon’s base near the docks. My oldest coat, a battered wide brimmed hat, a moth eaten checked scarf, a long knife in my outside coat pocket. Underneath the coat a jacket with thin, hardened steel, plates sewn inside it, a prudent precaution even in normal times in that part … Continue reading Chapter 4 – Urban Living

Chapter 3 – Country Living

Sunlight poured in through the open curtains. White walls were polished a warm primrose yellow. Bird song was clear in the early morning calm. As I lay there a cold breeze came through the small open window and stroked my face, the contrast to the rest of me snug in the depths of the bed … Continue reading Chapter 3 – Country Living

Chapter 2 – Stage Door

Crossing the courtyard I waved to a couple of the carpenters who were working outside the hall. At one end of the great hall was the private theatre the Bishop maintained. I let myself in through the wicket in the double doors leading backstage. A barred window at the far end of the space showed … Continue reading Chapter 2 – Stage Door

Chapter 1 – October, Anno Domini 2153

Boredom had won and driven me out into the Old City with some of the usual suspects. Waking up on the couch in Diego’s scruffy flat was a painful experience. My mouth tasted foul. I had a crick in my neck and bruises on my ribs from things I had slept on. The tatty blanket … Continue reading Chapter 1 – October, Anno Domini 2153

Smallworlditis…

This lockdown has had very odd effects for me. Since I was in a crash on the motorway just before lockdown I don't have a car. Where I live public transport is rubbish so working from home is good. It has also meant that I walk everywhere. My world has telescoped to a radius of … Continue reading Smallworlditis…

Lockdown Nothings…

Well we are now in week whatever (don't they all feel the same) of coronavirus lock down. I have avoided writing about this before as there have been very few solid facts. There still aren't in the medical sense. I did not want to jump on the comment band wagon about Wuhan virus, in part … Continue reading Lockdown Nothings…