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  • Mismatched

    Members of Hogan's team are pressed into service when the Colonel hatches a plan to slip two New Zealand POWs out of Germany. This is a followup to my SSSWC story, Welsh Invasion. This one's for Hildegaarde. It's not a terribly long story, and updates will come at about one per week for about five weeks.

  • Welsh Invasion

    The arrival of five Welsh speaking RAF men has a strange impact on Newkirk. Written for the 2022 SSSWC. All the Welsh words are either footnoted or in context.

  • Double Vision

    Robert Hogan is a very, very creative man, and there's no doubt that imagination can alter perceptions of reality.

  • Homing Instinct

    It seems Mary Newkirk has spent her life waiting for men to return from war. In May 1945, and she knows her eldest son is back in England-somewhere. Written for Mother's Day 2022. Part of a series of repatriation stories, this one fits chronologically between "Who You Gonna Call" and "Charm Offensive." Photo: A song thrush on a garden shed rooftop.

  • A Gaggle of Guards

    Klink must tighten the purse strings, so he dismisses the guard dogs and brings in replacements who will work for... cheep? A response to one of Tuttle's more deranged challenges. (It's identified at the end of chapter 1.) This is looking like seven or eight chapters now...

  • Mari Lwyd: A Christmas Ghost Story

    In which Newkirk has some strange ideas about celebrating the season. About six chapters.

  • Day by Day, December 1944

    Drabbles set in the last dreary December of World War II, when conditions were grim for captors and captives alike. A response to the 2021 Advent Calendar Challenge (No. 394). The drabbles are 100 words each; the date headlines add two words to the count.

  • Poker Face

    London has ordered the heroes to halt an internal threat to their operation without attracting further attention from their captors, and they have 24 hours to do it. With Hogan handling damage control, success depends on Newkirk working with Kinch and keeping his cool. (Started last year for Short Story Speedwriting challenge, hence opening line. Speedwriting clearly not my thing.)