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

He never had come back to bed the previous night. She’d left him, posture rigid even in sleep, to his confusing mess of thoughts and feelings, and they had run amok in his exhausted brain all night. Eventually, it had only led to another collapse the likes of which he’d suffered in the theatre men’s room.


Mathilde hadn’t bothered him where he’d lain on the sofa as she’d left, probably reckoning him asleep.  As though he could, with his head and bicep injury throbbing in tandem. He’d let her leave, not knowing what he’d even say to her. In her absence, he could perhaps stomach some pain medication.


Truthfully, very little does not overwhelm Edmund at the moment. 


Chapter 35: Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure.