Li Walt

Until he crashlands on the Wynne Farm near St Anne, Alderney, Edmund Bolton will have insisted the most prudent thing about himself is his medical degree and his willingness to fight fascists. But of course it’s that island, and that farm – and that family.

Aidan Wynne is tortured by the shame of others and tormented by a freedom he feels he can never possess. Until the handsome military doctor with far too much understanding and far too little self-preservation comes to turn his life on its head.

The war makes fighters of all affected, but none so much as the lovers and those who must love quietly. Often, the fray has less to do with weaponry and bloodshed, and everything to do with keeping tame a passion that seeks to send the world up in flames without burning oneself up in the process.

”Once more into the fray,
into the last good fight I’ll ever know.
Live and die on this day,
live and die on this day.”

Fray is created by Li Walt, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

FRay

Aidan stops mid-plié, hands going to rest on his bare hips as he exhales exasperatedly. 


The stage lights above him are blindingly bright, making it impossible for him to make out the audition panel sat at a table a few rows back from the stage. He cannot really even recall their faces from having passed them on his way up. So, at the moment they are only quite judgemental disembodied voices.


“Monsieur Wynne, in your correspondence you promised us one of, if not the best dancer we have ever seen,” a man with a breathy, slightly musical voice admonishes, “but if you merely meant a brilliantly technical dancer, then we all feel sorely misled.”


“You are brilliant. I have never seen such mastery of the craft,” a woman with a voice like molten chocolate intones. “However, all our dancers are brilliant. Perhaps not on your level, but brilliant nonetheless.”


Chapter 30: I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.