The Last Criminal

The assassin got down from his gray horse and beat against the monastery door. Fatigue tugged at his legs as if sucking him into the desert dust, so he leaned back against the gelding’s flank and waited. It was a good beast. If names meant anything, he’d...

Times Hostage

Brenda Kuchinsky CHAPTER ONE Sophia, an incessant muffled ringing and knocking burrowing into her consciousness, came to in the Vichyssoise. She raised her head, her mahogany red hair leaking floury potato and leek bits, her aquiline nose dripping, and her startling...

March in the square metre garden

Although it’s a a bit early for the main action in the square metre garden, I’ve decided to plant a few things out. Top left, I’ve planted four dwarf broad bean plants (“Robin Hood”) – with a second square further over. The first...

Square Metre Gardening

My longer version of the Square Metre Garden …now covered up to warm the soil For the first time in my adult life I have a greenhouse and some garden space. When we moved into our current house, it had been rented out for over ten years and the occupants had, it...