Parfitt’s Island – a chronicle in four parts: Part Two.
Prince Fuisal was something of a disappointment to Rowena: she had anticipated a thobe of flowing white, a ghutra and a beard. Instead she got a rather affable young man in a business suit, with very little hair at all. Nevertheless, she caught herself curtseying as he greeted her. “Your Highness!” “Ah yes. This is…
This is another short story from my archives, one I particularly like because although the story is not my own, it contains one or two personal references, an indulgence I rarely claim. I hope you will like it (or possibly remember it)! Had he expected it? The open fields poppy-red where he had played, half…
Another Story from the Archives:
I wrote this originally in 2012. It’s is a long one, so I hope you will enjoy it. NB. This story was not included in my volume of short stories, ‘Black Crow Speaks’, the icon for which is showing on the right-hand side of this page. Why not click through to Kindle to see the…