'I dont believe in unbelief'

Dear Visitor,

thank you for visiting. But that’s what visitors do isn’t it? They visit.

The posts I have posted are gone (I hope, you never can tell in virtual land) and I am busy rebuilding what was into something better.

That’s the plan.

I leave you to contemplate the difference between writing and writing, and post and post. Or even love and love, and hate and hate. Which is the verb and which…

Forty days, and he led them back to Paternoster Square. There was no platform, no TV crew, no cross, nothing to remind the citizens of London that the Son of God had died for the remission of sins. The Secular Temple was cordoned off as the authorities worked to demolish the shattered remains. They stood amidst the dust and noise, the bustle of workers, shoppers, and commuters. He moved amongst…

‘Peace be with you.’ Tom’s blood froze in veins. His voice. Couldn’t be. The others ran to the man stood behind him. They were laughing, crying. Some sicko impersonating a dead man. Still, he couldn’t turn around. The room was quiet now. ‘Tom,’ said Serena, ‘you can’t stare at the table forever.’ Yes I can, I fucking can. He gathered his failing courage; this guy, whoever he was, a prankster,…

The fish were big, fat and stupid. One armed Andy was busy filling his basket. Peter, two good arms and one bandaged leg was struggling to land a single one. Andy grinned happily and winked at him. That was it. Peter decided to go and fish in another pond, away from his shitbag brother.

Peter hadn’t seen Nikki and the girls for ten days; fishing with his brother was the last stop before he hit…

It was early Saturday morning when Sullivan got his audience with Pilate in Downing Street. His request was simple – the Prefect’s approval to have Joshua’s body cremated. For the 81 it was important the German governor, and by default the German Reich, carried the responsibility. But Pilate was not a stupid man. His dislike and distrust of Sullivan had led him to hold Joshua’s corpse in the…

I Remember (Death in the Afternoon)

Paternoster Square was jammed full of people, some sombre, others clearly enjoying the spectacle. Peter rested his arm-pit on the crutch. The crowd surged, threatening to topple him over. With him stood Sean, Matt, Johnny, Tom, and his brother, Andrew. Susan, Esther, Rosie, Serena and Ursula were with Miriam, Joshua’s mother, standing apart from the men; their faces stricken, their eyes wide,…

Jude had lost track of time. How long had he been in this cell, this prison with no windows, no clock, no people to talk to, nothing to read? He lay down and thought of Lisa, her fire, her body, her crazy poetry, verses that she hadn’t had the courage to show anyone but him. He remembered her hungry kisses, her hair between his hands, her body pressed against his. In his mind she was still alive,…

Joshua, Serena, Johnny, Susan and Matt put on their coats and set out for Hyde Park; Tom left Saint George’s Field for his interview; Andy sidled off on his latest romantic assignation. Jude still hadn’t returned.

‘Shall we put the pots away?’ asked Esther from the settee.

‘Nah,’ said Ursula who was sat at the dinner table with Sean and Rosie, ‘Let’s chill for a few minutes, put our feet up.…

Hamid Saloo had never succumbed to the idolatry of the worship of Religion, never stopped loving God and his neighbour. He had surrendered his will to the will of God.

Approaching his sixtieth birthday, he was in London on a long weekend break with his wife, his daughter, and her husband. The family were doing the tourist trail in London and had become caught up in the crowds around the Houses of…

Matt and Serena hid themselves when the shooting started in Hyde Park. They waited for a pause in the gunfire, then ran, weaving between the trees, holding hands as they raced for their lives.

Bursting out of the park gate, they paused to draw breath by the curb-side, then dashed pell-mell through the cars, trucks and buses on Bayswater Road. They heard the sirens and saw the searchlights from…

By the Bloody Tower they beat him, by Traitor’s Gate he was water-boarded, ‘neath the shadow of the Conqueror’s White Tower they flailed his skin with strips of barbed wire. The one o’clock Results Show loomed, so the guards dressed him in a red ‘I love London’ T-shirt, the word love represented by a heart. They added a purple king’s robe, then they pushed a crown onto his head made from plastic…

Andrew woke around ten. He and Alice lay entwined around each other. His clothes were cast around the floor and the bottom of the bed. She lay facing him, breathing softly.

Lying there, Andy understood the existential, he understood the reality of separation from God. He would willingly be her slave, a sacrifice to the Goddess of Flesh. Would he kill her husband if she asked him to? That kind of…

Either / Or (pt III)

The W2P Security van flew through the streets of London in a convoy of wailing sirens. Joshua sat alone in the dark, shackled hand and foot, his leg chains bolted to the gun metal floor.

He felt the van begin to slow and then descend a sharp twisting slope. They came to a halt and the engine died; muffled voices, silence, and then the rear doors were swung open. White light flooded the darkness,…

Lost http://wp.me/s3Pyzv-lost

Tom sat in the Bier Keller on Exeter Street and listened to the Stomper band bashing out Oompa tunes. The singer had a Yorkshire accent, the Steins were full of beer brewed in England, and the Anglified fake Bavarian food on the menu was a bad joke.

He drank deeply to drown his sorrows. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Serena was calling him, again. He would call her later, much later. The…

Joshua stood in Number Ten Downing Street. Pilate sat at the head of a large oval mahogany table. His greying hair was immaculately groomed. He was dressed in a blue suit, white shirt and grey tie. The man was physically imposing even when sat down. His eyes drilled into the man before him. Pilate measured his words like a boxer, jabbing, testing defences, mixing his delivery. He was used to…

Barrel of a Gun

‘Gardens closed’ said the sign on the entrance to Kensington Gardens.

‘Ah, well,’ said Josh, ‘plan B it is then. Let’s go find a spot in Hyde Park.’

They walked down towards The Long Water and found a place off the path under the trees. Joshua knelt down to pray. To their south the Serpentine Bridge stretched out across the water. On the pathway cyclists shot past and people walked with…

The Thirteen Treasures of the Isle of Britain

Esther and Susan arrived on Thursday morning. They came through the door carrying their bags, their smiles illuminating the room. ‘Hi everyone.’ It’s great to see you,’ said Joshua as he crossed the floor and hugged them tightly, ‘I’ve missed you both… like crazy.’ Susan held his face between her hands and kissed him, Esther kissed his hands. Rosie carried their bags into the girl’s apartment. ‘We…