Gertrud had a small bundle of her pamphlets left to deliver. It was nearing 7pm and a shroud of darkness was descending upon the city. She knew she should have started earlier, but it couldn’t be helped. An icy wind was flapping at her coat and whipping her hair about. A rumble of thunder rakedContinue reading “Fran Collins: Missed It By Minutes”
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Donatella Gallucio: We Missed It By Minutes
The water was rough and I felt nervous. Crispen steered the boat while his two leery companions joked and laughed at us. How could they let our balsa raft, made of 10 logs strapped together, float freely down this stretch of the river? Tim in his kayak was hopelessly trying to control the raft, butContinue reading “Donatella Gallucio: We Missed It By Minutes”
Don Sinnott: A Warning
The sound from the engine-house was varying—‘hunting’ he called it—the note of the big diesel rising and falling on a cycle of about 20 seconds. A hundred metres from the engine-house and inside the well-insulated living quarters Dave was normally only subliminally aware of the faint throb. Until the note changed. Damn, why does thisContinue reading “Don Sinnott: A Warning”
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