Author Archives: imaginarytravelling

EPISODE THREE: FORTESCUE’S FICTIONAL DETECTIVE AGENCY PART ONE           I stepped down from the bus into the narrow street and was instantly struck by the sweltering heat that swept between the buildings like a runaway train. It was a heavy, … Continue reading →

EPISODE THREE: FORTESCUE’S FICTIONAL DETECTIVE AGENCY PART TWO           A chat with the wizened walnut man in charge of the tobacco shop proved most enlightening with regards to the habits of his tenants upstairs. Rodrigo, he informed us, generally left … Continue reading →

EPISODE THREE: FORTESCUE’S FICTIONAL DETECTIVE AGENCY PART THREE           We were just joining in the smattering of applause that greeted the climax of the latest number from the band when Mario reappeared and deftly steered a tall dark man into … Continue reading →

EPISODE THREE: FORTESCUE’S FICTIONAL DETECTIVE AGENCY PART FOUR           The first thing that was abundantly clear from his expression was that Rico was not accustomed to having strangers boldly deposit themselves at his table. Fortunately, the move equally seemed to … Continue reading →

Saveloy Ahoy! (An animated interlude from Episode Two, Part Five)  

Flaming Nunsense! (An Animated Interlude from Episode Two, Part Three)

 EPISODE TWO: THE SOUND OF SCREAMING PART ONE           The trees all around were still and the only sounds were two sets of crunching footsteps ploughing laboriously along the gravel path. Having been plunged rather unexpectedly into the landscape … Continue reading →

EPISODE TWO: THE SOUND OF SCREAMING PART TWO           We came upon the station soon enough; a small, unimpressive affair with just one short platform. There was a ticket office, a compact waiting room and a large clock hanging over … Continue reading →

EPISODE TWO: THE SOUND OF SCREAMING PART THREE           It was sometime around the second helping of Apple Strudel that I finally stopped to ponder the contradictory nature of the welcome at the Abbey. At the Reverend Mother’s insistence I … Continue reading →

EPISODE TWO: THE SOUND OF SCREAMING PART FOUR           I sprinted until I thought my lungs would burst, slipping and sliding over the uneven ground, barely able to sense the outline of the passage ahead in the darkness. When the … Continue reading →