Charles Heath's writing blog

I'm back home and this story has been sitting on the back burner for a few months, waiting for some more to be written. The trouble is, there are also other stories to write, and I'm not very good at prioritizing. But, here we are, a few minutes opened up and it didn't take long to get back into the groove. Chasing leads, maybe ... Dobbin is looking for O'Connell ... “You haven’t been truthful with me, have you?”  That was Dobbin’s opening shot once we were in the car and out in traffic.  It was as if he was worried someone would be listening in on our conversation. “Says the spider to the fly.  Isn’t it the nature of this business not to play all your cards at once?” “You’ve been in this business all of five minutes.  You don’t get the right to play cards.” “I’m still alive, no thanks to anyone but my own skill.” I could see the disdain in his expression, and the annoyance in his eyes.  Perhaps he was a man used to getting is own way.  I was expecting a retort, but he

For a story that was conceived during those long boring hours flying in a steel cocoon, striving to keep away the thoughts that the plane and everyone in it could just simply disappear as planes have in the past, it has come a long way.   Whilst I have always had a fascination with what happened during the second world war, not the battles or fighting, but in the more obscure events that took place, I decided to pen my own little sidebar to what was a long and bitter war.   And, so, it continues...  ... When Carlo heard the shot, he stopped his ‘interrogation’ and sent a soldier over to investigate.   To avoid getting shot inadvertently, I came out of the woods with my hands up, and, thankfully, was instantly recognised. I went over to the barn and looked at the man on the ground.  “Do he have anything to say?” “No.” The other man, awaiting ‘interrogation’ was visibly shaken by the events.  Two dead including Leonardo, and one a bloody pulp on the ground, with a very angry Carlo