Dearly Loved Wife – Iain Manson
1360 words Literary Romance
When Cathy married George, she looked forward to a life of affluence, but no wife was ever going to get in the way of George’s other interests. Could she have married the wrong man?
Jealousy – Iain Manson
2400 words Literary / Romance
Charles has one affair after another. Jill looks after the house and prepares meals. She aches with jealousy for the husband who is no longer hers. What can she do to fill the void in her life?
Charles was late again. He was late at least twice a week now, and the story that he had too much to do at the office only made things worse: not only had he taken a mistress, but he insulted her intelligence by explaining his absence with the most perfunctory of clichés. It was as if he wanted her to know he was having an affair. Not that she hadn’t suspected him of being unfaithful before, but this time she knew it. A tear struggled down her make-up, and she poured herself another whisky.
The Unknown Soldier – Iain Manson
1660 word Christmas / Historical Fiction
Flanders, Christmas Eve 1916. Three British soldiers are waiting for the officer who will lead them over the top to repair the barbed wire in front of their trench. One will achieve immortality in Westminster Abbey.
‘Shh!’ said Tom. ‘Just listen a minute, will you?’ I couldn’t make out anything at first, except a bit of small-arms fire here and there, and I was just about to tell him he was imagining things, when I heard it too. Somebody was singing. In fact, a lot of people were singing. Somewhere down the line. ‘What is it?’ said Wilf. ‘Silent Night,’ said Tom. He was right. And now that I knew what it was, I seemed to hear it more clearly, but there was something not quite right about it. I could see the others were a bit puzzled, too. Wilf got it first.
Who Was Shakespeare? – Iain Manson
1700 word Science Fiction
The professor has no time for those who try to prove that Shakespeare was anyone other than Shakespeare. But then an unexpected visitor gives him the chance to go back in time and meet his hero. It will be an unsettling experience.
Everyone thought I’d gone mad. How could a genuine scholar take seriously the notion that the works attributed to William Shakespeare might have been written by someone else? But in addressing the manufactured controversy concerning Shakespeare’s identity, my aim was to catch the imagination of the reading public at large – to escape from that incestuous intellectual world in which academics write only for fellow-academics. In demonstrating that Shakespeare could not have been Francis Bacon or Christopher Marlowe (far less Queen Elizabeth), I saw every chance of casting fresh light on the works themselves.