Historical Fiction

Cherry

The Patrolman - 14

Brenda's third house was a sleek white ship of a thing considered 'in' for Wilshire.
Cherry

The Patrolman - 13

The club wasn’t as crowded tonight.
Cherry

1871

The fields met the coast before long, merging seamlessly with the rolling sand-dunes and the beachlines’ thick marram grass. A well-trodden track was...
Cherry

The Patrolman - 12

Nobody else was on the 6 th Street Bridge that night – that’s why he chose it.

The Game by Alfred N.Muggins

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8/1/25 The Cabal planned the takeover of the nation. It would be like a Game! – not the Game of Thrones – but the Game of Democracy (and Economics...
Cherry

The Patrolman - 11

In Inglewood, Jake Lacey hunched over his kitchen sink.
Cherry

The Patrolman - 10

‘I wish I could’ve been there to see it,’ she told her son. ‘Is your father there? I need a word.’

A Simple Life

In the days of yore, things seemed grim. A dirty bath, cleaned with Vim. Teachers beating on a whim. Dog-eared cards, but not a SIM. Common names,...