Monthly Archives: January 2015

Julia’s Ghost

Julia had struggled to grasp the concept: that the trip to Destination wasn’t a physical journey but a receipt of impersonal memories. And now she’s experienced it . . . ?   “I saw a man.” I don’t believe how calmly I said it. “It … Continue reading

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First Sight

It’s a thousand years out of kilter. So unless there’s an error in the Destination-Date… “Okay-okay.  You know the workings, you’re the expert. I am not.” I’d held up my hands in surrender. My immediate grovel seemed to work, taking the … Continue reading

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Getting It Done

Get up Get washed Get fed Get out Get on Get away Get by Get paid Get through Get along Whoopy-doos, I’m getting it done.

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A Question Of Dates

Offered the opportunity to expand her knowledge and advance her career by a fly-on-the-wall observation of the Neolithic culture of Wessex. Can Julia resist—even though she’s aware of Fliss’s penchant for trampling her plans and wishes?  I made my first pod-trip … Continue reading

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Hooked And Reeled In

Despite that she’s curious of the time-pods and their ghostly recordings, the notion of ancient flora and fauna doesn’t do it for Julia. Yet there is one aspect of this project that’s guaranteed to snag her interest. The garden was … Continue reading

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An Ancient Triangle

Fliss landed the biggest surprise on Julia, after showing her the granite time-pods: Dave Eastman, her one-time boyfriend—boyfriend, that is, until Fliss split them up—is coming to lunch. And Julia was in such a flummox she scarcely grasped that Dave … Continue reading

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Two Granite Coffins

Invited to lunch at Priory House, Julia is curious of why her old school-friend and cousin, Fliss, has abandoned a glittering career in America to return to Wessex. Fliss spoke of changes; could the two be connected? The bus-driver dropped … Continue reading

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The Ungullible Gull

(from urbanwildlandus.fatcow.com) Skip gulls and tip gulls . . . that’s what my daughter calls them. But she lives in the more densely-populated industrial Midlands so it’s not surprising her gulls have adopted more modern behaviour. I live on the … Continue reading

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The Return

Some people, they just don’t know how to say thanks. Never mind I had exposed my most intimate life, and had laid myself open to ongoing observations, she then leaves the court without as much as a nod. Sitting there, … Continue reading

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The Back Page Blurb

Julia Cannings: display-designer, newly in post in a Wessex museum in the heart of the rich neolithic landscape (her dream-job). Fliss Freidman (nee Plessey): physicist newly returned from the States with her American husband and, thanks to a huge court … Continue reading

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