Presence in the Cavern

Presence in the Cavern

The object seemed cylindrical and protruded out from the blackness of the cave entrance. It shimmered with light, and yet was not solid. Geoff felt the wind on his beard, moving him, swirling around him, examining him, before he noticed it moving the object,...
Cossack, Snooker and Bridge

Cossack, Snooker and Bridge

“I say,” came the unexpected remark as we sat around the poolside in Malta.
“I say, you there. Seen any Ruskies around here, have you?”
Granted, it was not the kind of question you would expect in the middle of the day, relaxing after lunch. Lifting the hat of my...