For the love of French cars.

I called her Claudette. She was straightforward, confusing, quirky and not too fast on the uptake. She was a strange choice yet she had something about her that made me smile. Claudette It was said that the car was unencumbered by an excess of power. The simple act of putting the pedal to the mettle... Continue Reading →

Crows On Poles

Beginning to get the message. Michael had been navigating using the road map they always carried in the boot of the car. Occasionally, ‘the mother’ would shout out contradictory directions and always, Michael followed hers. They were getting closer and the closer they got, the heavier their forebodings became. They had not seen any signs... Continue Reading →

Into The Arms Of Death

An embrace to remember. Thye had made a break for it and stole the keys to a vehicle. Now they were out on the open road travelling at a steady speed. Louise sat in the front, holding Sam the toddler she claimed as her own and Ian drove. Ian never mentioned the past, he just... Continue Reading →

Bad Man Cometh

For Christmas. ‘The mother’ shifted uncomfortably and a low moan escaped her. “Yes, that’s what your dad became. He wasn’t always like that.” The conduit had opened and the boy was released from his silence. “Was it the bad man who did this? Was it he one with the sweet songs?” A little perturbed, Michael... Continue Reading →

Lovely Weather For A Sleigh Ride

Together, at last... The Daimler had been a great idea, its drive was as sure as its ultimate destination. Liam had taken it in a moment of outrageous inspiration. A hearse to cart away his dead self. After the attempted assassination, with the thrill of the fight still surging through his veins, Liam had an... Continue Reading →

A Life In Cars

I would be lying if I said that this was my first car. I wish it had been. But my car was a Ford Escort Mark 2 and, for a time, it was my stallion of the roads. Coming from a non-car owning family meant that I was not accustomed to the ease and freedom... Continue Reading →

A Life In Cars 2

The photograph is like my memory, rather vague and unfocused. At some point my first car let me down. It may have been something and nothing but, as I was enjoying a relatively good wage, I thought I would treat myself to this little number.   I called her Claudette. She was straightforward, confusing, quirky... Continue Reading →

The Piper 57

Somewhere else in that ominous corridor between dark and dawn, another car kicked into life. Joel Podrall had made it back to his home and had stolen the keys that belonged to his mother’s new boyfriend. They had been sleeping, probably drunk when he had entered and he smiled as he left. He knew what... Continue Reading →

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