He was there again, outside the station, selling the Big Issue. Giles never bought
Yesterday, I watched my dog, George, chewing on a nut shell. As a result, this is
Today was four years long. Not metaphorically of course. Literally. Each second
‘Are you alright Laura, you look worried.’
‘Oh Jason, I wasnt expecting
The shop was so quiet I wondered if I had made a mistake moving to a market town.
It was dark but for the stars twinkling above. Crouched behind a tree, her muscles
By Riley J. Froud.
She sits in their awkward silence, handbag on her lap and her
‘How hard can it be to write a novel?’ thought Joe as he walked through the town
It’s play time. The children dart around the sloped concrete playground, on which
He had kept his mother alive in his thoughts. Too alive, perhaps. No, not perhaps,
The Curse of the Cheap Lipstick
I was ready for my interview; arrived early, driven
A Tale of Two Towns
The couple winding their way down Glastonbury Tor were in