Friends and Anger 12.


That single strand of hair wasn’t there. The last week of his life had been the happiest since he was a child. That constant wariness and minute attention to the detail of his surroundings that had kept him alive for over two decades had been relaxed. He’d cancelled every item of business and they spent … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 11


She lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking. What he’d just told her was just so at odds with her life and what she’d always assumed his background was like, that she couldn’t assimilate it. It just wouldn’t fit in as a neat retrospective amendment to the person she’d known and thought … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 10.


I was born in the Ukraine and in the part of it you call the Crimea. On a farm. It was and still is a relatively poor country. Mainly agriculture and forestry. There are plains that run on for hundreds and hundreds of kilometres and forests which are so vast, that if you entered them … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 9.


She slept longer than usual but finally emerged from the bedroom to help him prepare their evening meal. He was grilling lamb chops and the smell was delicious. She peeled the potatoes and put them in a saucepan of water to cook. At the same time she fetched out some sweet garden peas from the … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 8.


There was a knock on the apartment door. Manannon opened it and found two men standing there. There’s nothing cops can do to disguise themselves he thought. Are you Mr Manannon, the older one asked. Yes. I’m Inspector Pritchet and this is my sergeant. May we come in? What’s this about Manannon asked, without budging … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 7.


Okay, you’re a woman who wants to learn how to really fight, so first let’s clear your head out of some popular delusions. None of this is up for debate. Just accept what I say or find someone else to train you, because otherwise we’ll just be wasting each other’s time. We’re going to be … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 6


She remained in a coma for weeks but because she was stable, was moved out of intensive care into a private room he’d arranged for her. He put his life on hold and visited every day for hours and would alternatively read aloud to her the books he knew she loved, played her favourite music … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 5.


Manannon picked him up off the floor by his hair and the other hand pinching his Adam’s apple to cut off any screeches for help. He rapidly dragged shithead into the sitting room and pulled him up and onto the sofa. Manannon stood over him. Shithead started to say something, so Manannon told him to … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 4


Good reconnaissance is essential, but what must never happen is the opposition realising it’s occurring. If they detect it, they start tooling up. Forewarned is forearmed. They armour up and are en guard for the assault. They buy the personal security and your odds of getting at them go immediately astronomical. There’s a thing you … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 3.


He’d been reading a very old book in its original and ancient language while listening to a favourite Ella Fitzgerald album on vinyl in the background. He can’t stand CDs because they always chop off the high and low-end frequency notes to cram it onto the CD. They think nobody will notice, but he does. … Continue reading

Friends and Anger 2


He disentangled himself from her sprawling embrace and got out of bed. He hadn’t really slept in the night, just cat napped. It is an aspect of his protective personality when it comes to her. Switched into overwatch mode. You don’t sleep, you don’t take advantage of a woman you’ve a regard for who’s in … Continue reading

Friends and anger 1.


Bang, bang, bang on your front door. There’s a certain recognition in the cadence it’s done. Too quick and five seconds later you have cops all over you looking for some results from the probable cause warrant they’ve wangled out of some sympathetic judge. This one is different, it’s more knock, knock, knock. A quiet … Continue reading